Personal Narrative: My Traumatic Experiences

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By nature, I am vocal, persistent, and an optimist individual. As a woman, I have learned never to give up on my dreams during a hard time through my experience. At the age of 21, I know never to self-doubt myself during difficulties. However, the woman I am today it is after being helpless for few years. Since, the beginning of age 9 until I was 13 years old I was a victim of child molestation. It was a family relative who molested me. During those years, I thought something is wrong with me as a person, something is wrong about me being a young girl. I questioned myself, why it keeps happening to me only. But I did not receive any answer during that time. Throughout that time period, I did not share my traumatic experience with no one. Throughout

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