Black Teen Drugged And Forced By Stepdad

Black Teen Drugged And Forced By Stepdad
Britain's 'worst ever' child grooming scandal
How do I report child sexual abuse?
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I WAS just eight when dad sexually abused me for the first time, forcing me to rub soap all over his body in the shower as he muttered: "Help me out, Princess".
It was a confusing moment - yet, as I dried my tiny hands, it would pave the way for years of horrific abuse that eventually saw me being pimped out to old men by a grooming gang.
During my childhood from hell, my innocence was brutally ripped away as my own father repeatedly raped me, ordered me to perform vile sex acts, and dressed me up in suspenders.
And when I turned 14, the situation only worsened - with my first ever 'boyfriend', aged 19, turning out to be a member of a violent grooming gang in my hometown of Telford, Shropshire .
Back then, numbed by dad's abuse, I thought being raped was normal for girls.
But I'd later discover I was among up to 1,000 kids feared to have been exploited by Telford perverts since the 1980s, in what has been dubbed Britain’s 'worst ever' grooming scandal .
It's an ordeal I could have never imagined facing during the first five, carefree, years of my life, when I lived with mum, dad and my siblings in a farm cottage in the same town.
A child of the '70s, I loved playing in the fields surrounding our home. Some days, I'd try to catch fish in the nearby canal, or play hide-and-seek with my siblings in old farm buildings.
It was idyllic - yet behind closed doors, my parents were struggling financially.
We eventually moved into miserable council housing in Telford, where dad swapped being a farmhand for taxi driving, and mum spent her days shouting "you f***ing kids".
But while neither I, nor my siblings, seemed to bring mum any joy, our father developed a soft spot for me: he'd never beat me and would often give me huge bear hugs.
‘Where’s my princess?’ he’d ask as soon as he got home from work.
Then aged six, I'd run over and giggle happily in his arms.
Before long, his affections had progressed into him asking me to scratch his back. Yet even then, itching his skin with my little nails, I couldn't have guessed his true, sick intentions.
It was two years later, in 1978, that the shower incident happened.
Plonked on the sofa watching the kids' TV drama Grange Hill, while mum was out at afternoon bingo, I heard dad call out for me while he was taking a shower upstairs.
He asked me to give his aching back "a good scrub" - but as I lathered up my hands and patted his skin, he suddenly turned around and clamped his hands over my own.
"Sssh," he whispered, making me touch his private parts.
When I finally returned downstairs, with 10p from dad to buy myself "some sweets", Grange Hill had ended. I didn’t know it then, but so had my childhood.
I was nine when my father raped me for the first time. The pain was indescribable: to this day, I can’t find the words to explain it
After that, dad's 'special showers' became a weekly occurrence.
"Well done Scarlett!", he'd tell me, while I felt sick.
He also started making me touch him on his marital bed.
Then, when I'd just turned nine, my father raped me for the first time.
The pain was indescribable: to this day, I can’t find the words to explain it.
Afterwards, dad threatened me with being "taken away" if I told anyone. He wasn't scared I'd tell mum, though: he knew she was completely disinterested in me.
AS many as 1,000 children may have been drugged, raped and abused in Telford since the 1980s, child abuse experts say.

If this figure is correct, it would mean there are more victims per head of population than in the similar scandals that hit Rochdale and Rotherham.
The youngsters' hell went on for decades as authorities repeatedly failed to stamp out a network of paedophiles in the Shropshire town.
Social workers are said to have known about the abusers' activities as far back as the 1990s, but it took cops a decade to launch a probe, called Operation Chalice.
It has been claimed council staff viewed the underage girls as prostitutes instead of victims, and authorities failed to keep details of abusers from Asian communities for fear of 'racism'.
According to a Sunday Mirror investigation, three people were murdered in incidents linked to the scandal.
Operation Chalice identified more than 100 potential victims, abused between 2007 and 2009, and led to seven men being locked up for a combined total of almost 50 years.
One of these men was child grooming gang leader Mubarek Ali, pictured left.
In 2018, West Mercia Police launched another probe, Operation Vapour, to investigate non-recent cases of child sex exploitation (CSE) - which saw four men jailed in December for abuse offences in Telford.
Senior Investigating Officer, Detective Inspector Rob Rondel, said at the time: “Our enquiries as part of Operation Vapour continue and will continue as we look to bring to justice those responsible for sexually exploiting others, even if that exploitation took place years ago.”
An independent inquiry into CSE in Telford, commissioned by Telford & Wrekin Council, is now underway.
Survivors and witnesses have been urged to come forward to share their stories and information.
By the time I was 10, I had been raped so often it was less painful.
My body was used to it. Let that sink in.
Sometimes, my father made me read out 'stories' from hardcore pornography magazines to him before he raped me. Other times, he dressed me up in suspenders and stockings.
The abuse continued well into secondary school and, when I got my period, dad simply moaned: "We’ll have to use johnnies [condoms] now. Can’t have you getting pregnant."
Utterly broken, I started wishing I was dead.
Once a happy little girl who loved animals and schoolwork, I began drinking, got into trouble at school, and walked the streets every evening to avoid going home.
It was during one of these walks, on a Telford street, that I first met Ed.
A good-looking Pakistani man with perfect teeth and his own car, he wasn't bothered that I was wearing school uniform and aged just 14 - five years younger than him.
Instead, he told me I was "pretty" and that his pal fancied me.
Ed's sex attack honestly didn't play on my mind. After years of abuse, I thought girls like me had been put on Earth to satisfy men's urges
We arranged to meet later so he could give me his friend's phone number - but when we did, he took me to a shabby-looking, empty house and raped me on a filthy mattress.
That night, at home, the attack honestly didn't play on my mind.
After years of abuse, I thought girls like me had been put on Earth to satisfy men's urges.
In fact, I thought I loved Ed: he'd been nice to me, and didn't mind my age.
But in following months, my new 'boyfriend' repeatedly used me for sex - including at The Wrekin, a local beauty spot where, I now know, so many young girls have been abused.
He never used protection and, not long after I turned 15, I realised I was pregnant.
I knew the baby was Ed's: dad was raping me with condoms - though, when he found out, he sickeningly declared: "I don’t have to use protection any more! Better for both of us."
That day, I vowed my father would never rape me again. And he didn't.
But Ed continued to physically and sexually abuse me, even paying a woman to batter my stomach in the hope I'd miscarry. Fortunately, my unborn child survived the attack.
Ed eventually sorted out a house for me and our baby boy, Danny, to live in - but imposed a strict 3.30pm curfew. If I dared to disobey it, he'd shatter my nose and lip.
One night, Ed turned up at the house with his pal Asad, and told me to "sort him out". I knew exactly what he meant: sex. With Danny asleep nearby, I was too terrified to disagree.
And it wouldn't be the last time I was loaned out.
YOU can talk directly to the police or your local children's social services - and this can be anonymous.

You can also get advice or report your concerns anonymously to the NSPCC by phoning their free helpline on 0808 800 5000 (or you can report sexual abuse to them via email or online).
If you are concerned about your own thoughts or behaviour towards children, you can phone Stop It Now! in confidence on 0808 1000 900 or email help@stopitnow.org.uk .
If you are a child and someone is sexually abusing you, you can get help and advice from ChildLine – phone 0800 1111, calls are free and confidential.
Ed started pimping me out to other perverts - including a really old man who stank of death. He hobbled into my living room on two sticks, with saliva dribbling down his chin.
On another occasion, aged 17, I was taken to a house by Asad, where at least 10 men were sitting around, spitting out insults at me like "white s**g" and "wh***".
Every man there raped me, one after another.
But one day, after a particularly severe beating from Ed, something inside me changed: a voice woke up and I found the courage to flee from the house of horrors with Danny.
The council placed us in a hostel for a while, before we moved into a new home.
My path from victim to survivor wasn't easy: I endured further violence from Ed and even temporarily lost custody of Danny to my own mum, who wanted him for herself.
I also lost all faith in the authorities, after police failed to answer my pleas for help. When I told one officer about Ed's violence, he simply shrugged: "Sounds like a domestic to me."
But fortunately, in the end, I got my justice.
Decades after my childhood was torn apart, my sister - who was also abused by dad - approached me and we went to the police together, this time speaking to officers who truly cared.
The case went to court and, at a second retrial, dad was convicted of 32 counts, including rape, gross indecency with a child, and indecent assault, and jailed for 15 years.
Following dad's conviction, I wondered: should I also try to make Ed pay for his crimes? I ultimately decided against it: I couldn't go through yet another horrific trial.
After Dad's conviction, I wondered: should I also try to make Ed pay for his crimes? But I couldn't go through yet another horrific trial
Today, I'm a mum-of-five in my 40s, and I'm proud of how far I've come.
I've dedicated my life to raising awareness of child sexual exploitation (CSE), including by helping to fight for a public enquiry into the situation in Telford, which is now underway.
In the town alone, there have been at least five deaths, including 16-year-old abuse victim Lucy Lowe, who died after her home was torched by the sex beast who'd impregnated her at 14.
Another Telford abuse victim, Becky Watson, was killed in an unexplained car crash aged 13. And a third, Vicky Round, died aged 20 after her abusers got her hooked on crack at 12 and heroin at 14.
But CSE is happening elsewhere, too.
It's taking place right under people's noses, all over Britain.
It's why I've penned my new book, Just A Girl - one of my proudest achievements. I hope it encourages other victims to speak out, and helps them to see there IS life after abuse.
Today, if I could tell them - and my childhood self - anything, it would be that it was never their fault.
It wasn’t what you wore, what you said, or how you looked.
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Published: 11:19 BST, 6 July 2017 | Updated: 11:19 BST, 6 July 2017
A 'tired' working mum never considered the possibility her husband was drugging her at their Sydney home so he could sexually assault her daughter, a jury has heard.
The woman, who can't be named for legal reasons, on Thursday said she noticed 'powdery substances' in drinks made by her husband and she would suffer 'extreme and sudden tiredness' that led her to seek medical tests.
'You just reassured me I was tired ... I trusted you and I believed you,' she said at the Downing Centre District Court during her cross examination by the accused.
'I would ask you 'have you put sugar in it?' and you would say 'no I haven't done anything'... (but) it would taste different to when I made the drink.'
A 'tired' working mum never considered the possibility her husband was drugging her at their so he could sexually assault her daughter
The 45-year-old man is representing himself after pleading not guilty to drugging his wife and stepdaughter.
He has pleaded guilty to 99 charges relating to the sexual abuse of his stepdaughter which started when she was 12.
A doctor told the jury the girl said her stepfather would crush travel sickness tablets to mix in her mother's food and drink, and when she fell asleep he would have sex with the stepdaughter.
A meat tenderiser found in the home had a small amount of white powder on it that was found to contain three different drugs.
'At any stage did you think... that someone, probably your husband, was drugging you?,' the accused asked the woman.
'No, I didn't... you would always throw me off the scent,' she said.
The woman rold Downing Centre Court she noticed 'powdery substances' in drinks made by her husband
The woman said she raised concerns about her husband's close relationship with her daughter - whispered arguments, early morning walks on the beach and long gym sessions.
On one occasion she told him to 'stay the f*** away from my daughter.'
'I was angry about the way you were behaving towards her,' she said.
She denied she was jealous of their close relationship.
The court previously heard SD memory cards discovered in the lining of the stepfather's jacket contained 78 videos and 778 images which showed him sexually and indecently assaulting the stepdaughter, and in some of the footage she appeared to be asleep.
The mother said she found another SD card in her desk that she thought had family photos on it.
'But it didn't. It had photos of you assaulting my daughter,' she said on Thursday.
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I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. More specifically and brutally, I was raped by my stepfather several times a week from the age of 7 until I was 11. I use the word “rape” very deliberately. Childhood sexual abuse is a fairly broad and nondescriptive term. Asking someone, “What should we do about childhood sexual abuse?” is far less compelling than asking, “What should we do about all of these children being raped?”
My family tells me that before the abuse began, I was a happy, outgoing child. I loved to laugh. I loved to play. I loved to sing and dance to my favorite song, “ Rubber Ducky ” from “Sesame Street.”
I have no memory of that kid. I have no connection to him now. He’s not me. I cannot recall ever feeling that free.
I do remember the day my mom caught me with one of my stepfather Harold’s Playboy magazines. I wasn’t looking at that magazine because I had any kind of sexual feelings. I was 7 and didn’t even know what sex was. I was looking at it for the same reason a lot of little kids do what they do: because I knew I wasn’t supposed to.
Still, my mom was horrified, and she decided Harold should sit me down and give me “the talk.”
I still remember that day as if it happened yesterday. Harold took me into my parents’ bedroom i
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