I can't provide research but I can with experience. Surprisingly, I can remember shyt from the age of 4 on up. When I was 4 my 16 year old cousin touched me. Molestation started from there. She use to babysit me and my older brother, who was a year older than me and also being touched by her, while my mom was working 2 jobs and almost due giving birth to my little brother. Not only did the broad touch me, she did this sick shyt by having me and my brother touch on eachother. Naturally, my brother and I had fear for her because she use to beat our ass and do other wicked shyt when we didn't do what she want so we didn't say anything.
It wasn't till I hit first grade where her dad purchased a plane ticket for her to go back to Bahamas (which is where she was from). Till this day, I don't know why she left.
From the age of 7, it kept happening again. By countless men, what they all had in common was that they all some form of way, knew my mother. The first time by a man, he was like 24/25, who lived in the apartments above me. He use to stay outside and watch the kids play so people naturally trusted him. Including my mom. One day, he saw me playing football with the other boys outside, it was early morning like 8 am type ish, he came downstairs furious and was dragging my ass home saying "I shouldn't be playing with other boys." Know what he did? He pushed me into the empty laundry room and fondled me. Touching on my 'developing' t*ts and cooch (I was over-developed) and I swear he would of done more if I didn't start crying. I knew what was happening and it scared me. He stopped at just touching me and nothing more.
I told my mom. She didn't believe me.
Buddy did it again multiple times after that. He did it any chance he thought we would be alone. In the stairwell, laundry room, in the empty halls, even tried to bring me inside his home.
What made him stop was his mother. She was wondering why I never come over when my family does. So I told her what her son was doing to me. I don't know what she did but I never saw him around after that.
Happened again when I was 9. A family friend resurfaced. His name was Paul. Says he knew my family since he was young, went to high school with my mom, aunts and uncle. All that good stuff. He use to come over almost every day with his wife and son. I don't remember how it started but a kiss on the cheek 'hello' turned into him giving me kisses on the mouth. Or walking into the bathroom while I'm bathing, fingering me or playing with my t*ts. It went on for months like that. Again, I told my mom. She told me "don't wear short things around the house when he comes by," or "go to your room when he's here."
I don't know whether my mom told Paul what I said or if he felt like since he can get away with just touching, he can get away with more. He raped me. I lost my virginity at 9. At the time, I didn't know much on sex. In school, I saw the other kids kiss and shyt but no one mentioned anymore than that. My mom, till this day, swore up and down I had my period when I keep telling her that wasn't what it was. I had my first menstrual at 12. That's a 3 year difference.
So instead of telling my mom this time, I told his wife. It's one of those things where I don't know what happened to him because he stopped coming around after I told.
What I do know is my mom was sleeping with him. Do you know how infuriating, how disgusted I felt to know she was sleeping not only with a married man who she plays buddy-buddy with his wife but to know she was sleeping with a man that she allows to molest and eventually rape her daughter?
My mom is one of those people who can't think without a man. A man is what defines her and what makes her more of a woman. People like her doesn't deserve kids. So, eventually, she found out what I did (telling his wife) she beat the living fukk outta me and blamed me for her not having a man. Said I'm out to sabotage her relationships. Even said I fukked the boys in the apartment building that I played football with & turned around and pinned it on Paul because I never liked him.
What made it worse is that's what my mom told my family. No one wanted to accept my side of the story on it. Everyone kept their distance. I felt alone in all this. I always thought I'd get over that shyt but at 21, I don't see it happening.
I was told it was my fault because I thought I was grown, my fault for showing off my growing titts, ass and curves. My fault for not knowing how to divert the attention of an older man.