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I was molested from the age of 13 by my trainer. He was married to a beautiful wife and had two children. He was approximately two decades older than me. He began grooming me and my family when I was 11. I trusted him, and my parents trusted him. He became a trusted family friend, shared our dinner table, and eventually would be responsible for taking me home after lessons.
His biggest gift to me was a small horse I named Spright. Spright was my world, which he then used against me to force me to conform to his wishes. Often he exercised his power by giving my horse to someone else to ride. To this day I can remember the hurt and sadness I felt when that would happen.
One day he said, “Let’s go on a trail ride,” and at one point he pulled up and said, “Get off your horse and take down your pants.” I was a very small girl and had a history of rheumatic fever, but with horses in my life I was growing strong and healthy. I don’t think I weighed more than 65 pounds.
He couldn’t penetrate me, so he told me to get back on my horse. I did exactly what he told me to do. This included not telling anyone what had just happened. He proceeded to keep doing that until he was successful. That was my experience with sex for the first time. He continued to rape me for six more years.
People don’t understand the huge psychological effect that sexual abuse has on you. It’s like being a hostage. He abused his power, and mentally I was his puppet. No matter how many times I personally tried to move on, it was not possible. For me it was the isolation, the embarrassment, the shame. I couldn’t tell my mother. The shame and guilt of feeling that I alone had caused this horrific time in my life was overwhelming. I loved my mother so much that as an adult I still could not tell her. I know she would then have felt the same guilt and shame herself. At 13 I stopped really talking to my parents. I withdrew and became incredibly and painfully shy. I went from a happy young girl with friends who loved school, to hating school, having no friends, and not talking to my family. It was horrible.
It wasn’t until I was 45, after three failed marriages, that I was able to get the right help to be able to verbalize what took place, come to grips with it, and deal with it.
So often these are really powerful men, and I think we need to be conscious of that. Even if I had managed to come forward at 13, 14 or 15, I know I certainly would have been pushed out of the sport.