Content Warning: This story contains a survivor’s non-explicit descriptions of sexual violence against children, which you may find triggering or distressing. Please stay mindful while reading.

Editor’s Note: Some of the names in this story have been changed. 

Pei (she/her) was only 5 years old when the sexual abuse started. “It’s our secret game,” her teenage relative would tell her. To ensure her silence, he threatened to kill her.

“And I didn't tell anybody,” Pei said. “No one.” She took a deep breath. “I just kept trying to survive.” 

Escaping the Shadow

When 17-year-old Pei stepped out of the train station in San Francisco, she knew she’d found her new home. 

Back in Taiwan, her father had promised to send her on a summer trip before college, and true to his word, he’d given his only daughter a ticket to the one place she dreamed of going: America.

“I looked around, and I felt a hundred percent free. I felt such relief,” Pei shared. “I told myself, I’m going to have my first house here, and my future child will go to UC Berkeley.”

I told myself, I’m going to have my first house here, and my future child will go to UC Berkeley.

Eagerly welcomed by her Berkeley-based relatives, she built a life far away from the pain of her past. She painted and forged a thriving career; she fell in love and had a son. Yet the terrible secret clung to her.

“The longer I carried it and the older I got, my secret became bigger and heavier,” Pei said. “The shadow became bigger.”

A Desperate Disclosure 

As a child, Pei experienced regular anxiety attacks which were misdiagnosed as asthma. “There were times I couldn't breathe,” she said, “but you learn the survival skills that help you pass through those moments.”

Until one night, at age 54, 49 years after the abuse began, her finely honed survival skills failed her.

“It was 2:00 in the morning, and I couldn’t catch my breath,” she explained. “I felt like I was going to die.”

While the household slept, she made a desperate phone call to Taiwan.

 

“My cousin Connie picked up the phone right away. ‘Take it easy,’ she told me. ‘I'll breathe with you. Let's breathe together.’” But even with lungs full of air, Pei couldn’t bring herself to speak.

I'll breathe with you. Let's breathe together.

“Instead, I started sobbing,” said Pei, “then I was crying hysterically. All I could say was, ‘Something happened to me when I was 5.’ What Connie said next changed everything for me. 

“She said, ‘I think I know what you are talking about.’”

“I’m not in the shadow all by myself.”

Five years older than Pei, Connie expressed certainty that she could have protected her younger cousin—if only she had revealed her own abuse by the same relative.

“But I saw light in that moment,” Pei said, her eyes fluttering closed as emotion took hold. “For me, it was: Oh my God. There's one person in this entire world who understands—who witnessed what happened. I'm not in the shadow all by myself." 

The women began piecing together their painful stories, talking until sunrise night after night. “We have to tell someone in our family,” Connie finally said. 

Confronting an Abuser

Pei told her brother, Max, first. He was insistent: “We need to go and confront the abuser,” he said to her.

The very thought of engaging with her abuser revived the survival instincts that had protected Pei as a child. She felt incapable of making decisions. At that moment, compliance equaled safety.

“Immediately, my world just became this empty space,” Pei described. “I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know what everything meant. All I could think was, I need to survive.” 

 

Later, Max recounted to Pei his conversation with the perpetrator. “He told our abuser, ‘I want to talk to you about my sister Pei—but you probably already know what I'm talking about.’ And he said our relative went completely quiet, then he started crying.” 

As Max read out loud the letter he’d composed, Pei and Connie’s abuser “just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.”  

Pei felt nothing.

Transferring the Pain

“My brother decided we should tell Uncle, the head of the family, and ask him for advice on how we should go about things and how the family could support me and my cousin,” Pei remembered. “We felt like he had the most even, balanced mind and would be able to lead us.” 

Calmly and kindly, her beloved uncle gave Pei the guidance she didn’t know she needed.

“He said to me, ‘Pei, it is time for you to transfer the pain to the person who caused you the pain.’ When I heard that, I felt like, That's an option? I didn't know that was possible.”

Pei, it is time for you to transfer the pain to the person who caused you the pain.

“Next, Uncle said, ‘We need the abuser to write a letter. We need him to put it in writing and acknowledge it. Are you okay with that?’ And I said, ‘Okay.’” 

The Letter

“I remember the day my brother called me and said, ‘He wrote a letter. I just sent it to you. Take a look.’ I was doing my gardening, and I remember thinking, No. I'll take my time.  

“It was such a bizarre moment because, all of your life, you feel like you're waiting for this moment, for the person who hurt you the most to confess—to apologize. But when that moment came, I realized, He's not relevant to my life. I didn't even care about what he had to say anymore. What he said or why didn't matter to me. I thought it did, but it really didn't.

“From that point on, I told myself, This is in my control. This has to be at my pace. I'm not going to let anyone dictate what I should do. 

“At that time, I was 54 years old. So, No, I thought. He can wait.”

I'm not going to let anyone dictate what I should do.

Three days later, in the peace of her painting studio, Pei finally read the letter her childhood abuser had written. It began:

 

Again and again, Pei read the letter, but “I didn't feel anything,” she said. “Then I started laughing because what he wrote was… I mean, it was a good letter. But to me? It was ridiculous.”

The relative’s apologies and admissions of guilt meant little to Pei, and she wrote as much to her brother:

 

 

“I realized, After 49 years, I don't need his apology. I'm moving on. I'm focusing on myself.”

Three Years Later

One year after coming forward with her story, Pei became a speaker advocate for RAINN.

“I wanted to focus on others and focus on what I can do for myself,” she shared. “RAINN is so helpful. We survivors learn from each other. And having that makes the whole world a different world to me.” 

RAINN is so helpful. We survivors learn from each other. And having that makes the whole world a different world to me.

She keeps a photograph of herself, taken before age 5—before she endured repeated sexual abuse at the hands of a family member. “In this picture, I’m laughing and being goofy. Being weird—like a normal kid.”

Despite years of hurt and fear, “Today, I would describe myself as fearless,” said Pei. “I still question myself from time to time, but more and more, I know who I am.” 

And the vision she had at 17? Her dream of a house near the Bay and a child at UC Berkeley? Pei laughed. “He went to Berkeley!”

 

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