Sometimes, I still struggle to function normally. I was 6 and he was one of my older sister's friends. I can't remember his age, but I think he was around 10. I kept denying that it was SA since we were both so young. We moved schools and nobody (But my little sister) knows that I went through this. I can't tell my Mom either, she was a victim of Rape and I was scared that she might see me differently and find this a reason to cage me more. Trust me, my Mom is very overbearing, I will most likely tell her this when I hit 23. Anyways, I was 6 and he was around 10, I was taking a bathroom break when he came up to me. "(Deadname), come over here," He whispers in my direction. He was behind the big ramps, I was a bit wary but he was my sister's friend, so surely nothing could happen, right? Right. I went over to where he motioned, suddenly very cautious. He grabbed my arm, and we were out of sight from my classmates. "Can I have a kiss?" I was confused, as to why he would pull me aside for such silly thing? He pouted at my silence and I reluctantly gave him a kiss on the cheek. He beamed at my approach, and grabbed both of my cheeks, attempting to lean closer to my lips. I struggled in his grip, he was bigger than me, and I was a starved child at the time, very bony, so I couldn't do much. "Please stop," I asked as he placed one of his hands on my waist, traveling it more below. He pushed me closer to himself, and I almost cried. My memory is a bit hazy here, but he said something like, "My mom does this with my Dad, why don't you enjoy this? Don't make me look bad, you're gonna get me in trouble." And he talked about sex education with me, while groping me. Writing this makes me so disgusting in my own skin. I genuinely look back at this often and wonder if this is really COCSA. After my classmates finished using the bathroom, the teacher came out of the classroom that was across the bathroom area. His classmates came around the corner and He pushed me off of him. "See you later," He said to me. "I'll get your first kiss one way or another," He pointed to his pants, where his, you know what, was very showing. It was stained, and I was confused, just confused. I looked at my shorts and it was somewhat stained too. I didn't know how to feel. I was scared, that was one thing. I didn't know if I should tell my older sister, I didn't want her to lose a friend over this Incident. I kept to myself for most of the day, my teacher noticed but didn't say anything. After that, my life was completely down hill from there. I was too shy, too scared to be left with other boys, even with my male teachers. I was very sexual when I hit 7, I kept drawing inappropriate things during class as well at home, and had thoughts no toddler should have, even ones about my own FAMILY. I was scared, I thought I was sick. I thought it was a stupid phase. I completely forgot what had happened to me last year. Every time I saw him, I cowered in fear. I tried to stink so no other guy would do what he did to me, I wore less "revealing" clothes. He still looked at me like a predator. I felt like a rabbit, helplessly trapped, trying to escape before the big bad wolf came to get what he had caught. I wanted to avoid him, but it was no use. Every time we HAD to be around each other, he tried to get closer to me, He pointed out how feminine I looked even in pants, and it made me sick. Sometimes, when he did try, I would let him. He didn't do anything but stare, though. When I started to grow more into my looks, he despised how boyish I began to look. He didn't want much to do with me afterwards, but when he did, he'd just look at me and shamelessly point out my looks. I became insecure, still am, but it's less obvious now. I'm a young adult now, I'm hypersexual and asexual, worst of all, gay too. I get internalized homophobia sometimes, thinking that I became gay because of my trauma. Same for being hypersexual and asexual, it's so difficult to manage. One moment I'm sexualizing myself to men who could be my dad, then another, I'm too scared to be in the same room with another man. It's disgusting to me, that I became this way because of what HE did to me. So, if that didn't happen to me, would I still be gay? I don't get it anymore, my head hurts. I came across this site to clear my head out of this traumatic experience, but the more I put thought into it, the more my memories become oh so clear. I see others getting validated for their trauma, but when it's with me, I'm always too scared to even utter his name. Anyways, thanks for reading. Sorry that this is so darn long LMAOO