Abusers Induce Numerous Miscarriages After Casualty Gets Pregnant

So here it goes, the story of my life. It started once I was about 2 or 3. i'm DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) / MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) which is that the age of my youngest alter. Anyway, my cousins were the abusers. CJ is my age and Mindy may be a few years older, and now, I even have memories of my aunt.
Gets Pregnant
I know that things started with groping and touching. on the other hand things turned sadistic. Or shall I be nice by saying ritualistic. i used to be poked and prodded and chemicals were placed on my skin. i used to be beaten by baseball bats, and, of course, i used to be sodomized. Not just with my cousin's penis, but with cucumbers, golf clubs, pens, sticks and anything that was lying around. That lasted until i used to be about 6. Then i used to be vaginally raped by my cousin, my other cousin performed head on me, and my aunt manually stimulated me. I remember a wooden spoon once.

Well this was obviously traumatizing enough, but once I was 12, I got pregnant. i used to be about 15-weeks pregnant before they found out what was happening . They took a lumber and hit my stomach until I miscarried my dear little boy. Isaac Hunter is his name. He was born on 4-12-96. He was also burned that day. Lucky enough he wasn't alive once they did it.

That was the start of my fighting back. i made a decision i might need to win this for the sake of my dead child. However, before I got enough courage to inform , I got pregnant again. this point i used to be 18-weeks pregnant once they acknowledged . i used to be hit with a lumber and a salty solution was put inside me. Kaylie Elizabeth was born and burned on 2-1-97. She was 4-inches long, and she or he had blondish fuzz on her head. My sweet Kaylie. She was also born dead. Besides all the bats, rapes, and beatings, losing those precious babies to the hands of my abusers was the worst thing to happen in my entire life.

After Kaylie, nothing mattered anymore. On February 5th, 1997, I broke my silence. Nothing happened to my abusers, not enough physical evidence, and that they "couldn't prove beyond an inexpensive doubt" that there was force and not just consensual. I had showered.

Well, a minimum of I even have screamed to the planet what happened, and now everyone knows my children's names. May they RIP. Thanks for listening.
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