Comments by "Denise Bacher" (@denisebacher5040) on "REALWOMEN/REALSTORIES" channel.

  1. I’m merely 22 minutes in and I’m sobbing. For all you kids and for my inner child. My abuse started at roughly 6. May be earlier, but my father ( not one my abusers) remembered the first time I told him what going on I was 6. It was my eldest brother, who was 13. I told after the 3rd attack because I was very sore down there. My mother took my brother’s side. Said, by telling, I was “tearing the family apart” and that I “just refuse to be a good girl”. After her punishing me, I never again told my dad. And I tried to keep it from my mom because I didn’t want her to know I was being a “bad girl”. Soon my brother brought in the second oldest brother. They would even sexually assault me in the family car, in a parking lot with people walking by. One time an adult male came up and took his junk out and was stroking watching what was going on. Not kidding. When I was 9 I went to spend the weekend with my aunt and my two cousins. The elder of the two cousins brought me to meet some of his friends. He sold me to them for $25. He swore if I fought the boys he’d tell my mom I was “bad again”. When I turned 12 my parents divorced and my mom had to get a job ( up to that point she had my father working 2 full time jobs). Well she didn’t like that so she hooked up with someone she KNEW was a pedophile ( she worked with his teen stepdaughter who had confided he was abusing her) and pretty much gave me to him if he’d work to support her and us kids. The abuse from my brothers was still ongoing, so at 12 years old I was coming to avoid going home if I could. But I had a younger sister and I could tell the pedo was interested in her, so I stayed and kept the abuse on me. For just over 6 more years. By the time I was 18 my stepdad did make his move on my sister and when I found out I told my mom I was going to cops. But soon I was talked out of that by my mom. Assured that it would never happen again. And she was right. It didn’t. For my sister. As a family we went to Knotts Berry Farm and my stepdad was sexually molesting me every chance he got. And at 19 I moved out and got my own place. Oh throughout all that time all my brothers ( I actually have 3 but the one closest to me in age never sexually touched me) were allowed to choke me, smash my head into walls, and any other physical abuse they wanted. If I complained or cried out my mom would say “Denise leave your brothers alone.” I’ve attempted suicide twice. I don’t drink or use drugs because I don’t like the feeling of losing my faculties. Makes me feel vulnerable. Plus I’m sure I could easily become an alcoholic or drug addict because of wanting to drown these memories. And in adulthood I’ve been raped twice. So, yes, I so can relate to your family’s story. Oh, I finally told my dad about the abuse continuing well past 6yo. It devastated him. Any time he spoke to me after that he’d apologize that he didn’t save me. I wish I had never told him. I lost him when I was 31 years old. And with his death there went the only family member that gave a crap about me. My sister says that because I let it go on so long I must have been enjoying it. That was truly the biggest betrayal.
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  2. Exactly! When my daughters came along I’d have committed murder to protect them. My kids are my whole life. They are all I prayed to God I wanted. Because I wasn’t going to be my mom ( she blamed me for my 13 years of abuse starting at 6 years old). I was going to do whatever I could to be a mom who would put her babies first. Even when I was suicidal in my early 20’s I would say “You can’t die yet. You haven’t had the babies.” And after I had them I said “You haven’t seen THEM have babies.” My youngest daughter says I’m one of her closest friends. Because I do not judge my girls so they feel safe coming to me.
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  3. My thoughts exactly!
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  4. I remember reading about this on Daily Mail and cried then as I do now. Praying for Alex and his beautiful babies.
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