CN Tower Visit Horror

At the age of 12, my dad took my brother and I to the newly built CN Tower. Mom was a hair model for my cousin who had been living with us to get her hair dressing degree. In fact, she, her mom and two sisters had been living with us for that year. They needed a safe place to live because my 'uncle' had beat my aunt to a pulp almost unrecognizable. Things at home became so stressful that year that at the age of 11, I got shingles. The doctor told mom and dad that if things didn't settle down somewhat that my brother and I would be removed from the home.

So at the nearing of the end of that year, while my mom was a hair model for the middle cousin, dad took my brother and I to the CN Tower. We were all excited.

Then we got to the elevator. And like any typical child who wanted to be first on, I barged ahead to get on, and suddenly I was grabbed from somewhere and pulled to the back of the elevator and pinned to the back of the wall. I was turned around to face a drunken man who rubbed his private area all over the front of my body. Up and down he went and it seemed like forever that it went on. And nobody helped me. When it was done, dad told him not to touch any other woman on the elevator, but he didn't say anything about me, his daughter.

When we got off the elevator, I reached for my dad but he pushed me away, literally. We headed to the food court where we ate. Or rather, I cried through what I could eat while dad and my brother laughed and joked. And I felt so isolated and alone, shamed and confused.

Every time I reached out for my dad, he shunned me. And he warned me not to tell mom when I saw her. I didn't understand that but obviously I had to obey.

When we did go to pick mom and my cousin up from the hair exam, I started to sob as soon as I saw her. Sorry dad, it was uncontrollable. She asked what was wrong so my dad told her what had happened. Mom was upset that nobody had been told, not even security.

So our first trip to the CN Tower was an eventful one and one that I have not forgotten. The memory is as fresh today as it was then.

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