Orphan Stories:

A message from Terry and Alison: The stories below are real. They were written by girls that we work with at one of our orphanages and are anonymous to protect their identities. Please exercise caution when reading them as some parts get violent or graphic. These authors are real examples of strength and courage. We respect and love them very much.

We send our special thanks to K.G. for her help and direction.

Anonymous:

Hello, my name is Anonymous.

I used to get sexually abused and raped by my stepfather when my mother would be out of the house. He used to threaten me and he said that if I told anyone that he would kill me. Despite this, I told everything to my mother.

I told her that her husband abused me and that he wanted to kill me. She was very sick and she had difficulty believing me.

My stepfather used to beat my mother as well. He beat her so hard that he killed her.

After my mother died, we were sent to my grandmother’s house. She did not feed us and we starved living with her. Shortly after living there, we were thrown out.

We left my grandmother’s house to go to the village of Jauja to live with the mother of my step-father. She lived in an adobe house made of mud in the country.

Here, my step-father carried on drinking, hitting us, and abusing us sexually. Many times, it got so bad, that we had to sleep outside of the house in the street.

When my step-father went to Lima to work, we ran away to live with my aunt and she gave us an education.

 

 

 

Anonymous:

Hello, my name is Anonymous.
I used to live with my grandparents. The sometimes used to beat me with a belt. Sometimes, they would hit me so hard that I would get a black eye.

Once my grandmother arranged to rent a room in our house in order to make some extra money. They rented to the room to a man.

Once, when I brought some food to his room and he ordered me to take my pants off. I obeyed him. He tried to rape me but I would not allow him to. His name was Hugo.

I used to sell bread with my grandmother. There was a baker who worked there who was demented. I went outside of the bakery and he followed me. He came towards me without any reason and he pulled my hair. He pushed me to the floor and kicked me four times. He hit me in the face until I bled. I shouted for my uncle to come. He heard me and he came to stop my aggressor.

I decided after that to move to a special home called the “transition home.” I thought that it would be safe and that there would not be any bad people there.

The first thing they did with me was take me to the hospital to see if I had been sexually abused. When we got back to the shelter, a woman took me to the shower and started to whip me with a belt.

I could not say anything to the director because the director is the person who ordered me to be beaten.

I cried for the entire first day that I was there. After a while I got used to it and it was ok.

After some time, my aunt returned to take me to her house were her and my uncle lived. One day, my uncle asked me to have sex with him. He took me to his room and tried to rape me. I told my aunt about what my uncle did to me and it caused a huge problem in their family.

She decided to bring me to the orphanage that I am living at now. If you are wondering why I am sad, it is because my mother abandoned me.