FIRST SEXUAL ENCOUNTER

I was around five or six. It was so long ago; I don’t remember the age. But a family friend was about the same age as me. The friend told me to pull down my pants, and he took his pants off too. He told me to touch his privates, and he touched mine. I told him that I didn’t like this, and it didn’t feel right. He told me to be quiet and listen, or he would hurt me badly. That memory has been shoved so far back in my head that I thought I would be able to forget it, but no. I even tried to convince myself that it never happened. I am not even sure my parents know about it. I was too scared to tell anyone because I feared that he would hurt me, and I felt most of my family wouldn’t believe me. I don’t think he even remembers. We were so young. Sadly, that was not the only time he hurt me. He continued to beat me up until middle school. The last time he hurt me was when he shoved me into the lockers in our school, and a teacher, who we will call Big Teacher, saved me. He grabbed him and brought him to the office, and our parents argued about it, and that friend was in huge trouble. Shortly after that, he moved away. That is all I will say about him.