“My Uncle touches me” when I was five, this is what I told my family. My uncle would come into the room I was napping in and touch me. When I would wake he would put his hand to my mouth and tell me to be quiet. He’d also say if someone comes in pretend to be sleep. Even at five I knew this was right and I didn’t like how it felt. So, I told. Then, it was like nothing ever happened. I wasn’t allowed to talk about it and if that uncle was at my grandmother’s I was going to be going. It was like I was being punished for a crime I didn’t commit. So, fast forward four more year another of my uncles started touching me. Whenever we were left alone he would make me lay down so that he could run and lick my private area. After seeing what happened to the first uncle that touched me, I couldn’t bring myself to go through that again. So I told no one and for about two years whenever he was babysitting me he would touch and lick my body.
Here I am now in my late thirties and I still have hangups. I still find it difficult to have someone touch me sexually while I’m asleep. Family gatherings are also hard, if I know one of those uncles will be there I won’t go, especially since the older uncle tends to stare at me (I hate that look, like he wants to touch me).