When I was a kid, my grandpa would touch me in my sleep. He would often do it while I was sleeping in the same bed as my grandmother. I can’t remember when it started or when I finally managed to tell my mother. I think that the things he did to me have affected my memory and I can no longer remember my childhood unless it’s in vague pictures or memories. I do however, remember how my mother and grandmother both decided to tell me to just stay away from him. They never called the police…or got me help…or even held him accountable. I had to live in the same house as him until he finally died when I was 13.