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I was abused between 8 and 9 years old. I was a shy and withdrawn child who often played alone. This young man, a distant relative came from the village to live with us. My dad was a wealthy man with a big house and so all his relatives dumped their children on him. We had an average of 6 to 10 people living with us at a time.
It was basically fondling me down there on a daily basis but one day he took me to his Boys Quarters bedroom and tried to penetrate but it wasn’t possible. He kept breathing heavily and kept rubbing on me. Eventually he let me go and I walked awkwardly for days and nobody noticed, I was scared to tell my mum who was too strict. That was the only time he did that.
After a while, he moved away. And my sexuality stirred, I masturbated regularly after he left but thank God I wasn’t promiscuous. I saw him about 12 years later and I felt like killing him. I looked at him with so much hate! So much venom! And because of him I can’t stand men with long nails. It brings back memories of those his hurtful long nails.
Recently, I got to know that one of those other live-ins abused my sister too at a much younger age. Who are you bringing home to live with you? You are opening your child up to abuse!!!
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