I am 19 years old. I had no idea what abuse was when it happened. I was just an elementary student. He was the father of my cousins. Not a legal uncle because my aunt didn't marry him yet. Now, I'm glad she didn't. I knew something was wrong when he constantly asked me to go to the old house and touch my private parts. I lost the courage to tell my family about it because when my neighbor admitted to touching my cousin, they teased my cousin about it as if it is her fault. They weren't even angry at him. I felt ashamed because I thought it was my fault too. I felt safe when I migrated to the city to study. Years passed and I learned that he no longer lived in our village because he and my aunt separated. I was actually relieved. He might've raped someone there if that didn't happen. I really thought I was over it but now that the pandemic struck, I constantly have nightmares about what happened. I am trying to heal. I am sharing this because I don't have anyone to talk to about it.