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Saturday, January 23. 2016.

13:24

When I was around the age of 7 or 8, I was sexually touched. I didn't think of it as that until today actually, but I know I felt harassed. I had a neighbor down the street from where I lived. We weren't really friends but her mom used to drop her off at my house without notifying my family. I remember that her family dressed in rags, despite the good, middle class neighborhood we lived in. She didn't have any friends; maybe that's why her mom always brought her to my house.

The first time she touched me I was confused. I've never, ever known about this "sexual pleasure" concept, as I was just a kid. We would hangout in my room since it was big and I had toys and a t.v. and all these things to do in there. I remember her slipping her hand in my pants and I didn't like it. She would take her pants off and lay on the bed and force me to, as now a days terms, 'eat her out'. I, at that age, did not know that it gave her pleasure, I honestly didn't even know what I was doing. Because of her, I thought that was what friends did.

She would come back every week and she'd make me do that. One time I refused and she got mad. I told her I didn't understand why I had to, and she told me it felt good. I still didn't understand. I remember her telling me to take my pants off and to lay on the bed just like she did. I remember her brushing her fingers 'down there' and how I didn't like it and I told her to stop but she wouldn't. She did to me what she had been forcing me to do to her and I didn't enjoy it. 

After that, I never saw her again. Her family moved away and I was relieved I didn't have to go through that.

This all happened under a year of when my mother passed away.

Author's Note

Extremely personal content