cocsa I’m barely 18 and I recently realized that i was sexually abused and assaulted well over 20+ times. (this story is just abt the cocsa) It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t necessarily feel dirty. I just feel used and mourn for my younger self. The first time it happened i was 4/5, i had just moved to a new village and befriended the neighbors kid. She was a little over a year older than me. Stronger and more dominant than me. But we were good friends. Untill she told me to play doctor with her. At first i thought it was cool, fun, exciting, but something about it felt wrong. And soon it went wrong. She started to have me undress more and more. Would reach into my underwear. Would put toys like balls and pencils in my underwear, eventually she pushed a plastic playtoy knife into me. I can still remember the pressure of it. It didnt go in far but i was horrified. She would force me to touch her in the same ways too but i cried when she tried to get me to put something in any of her. I think my mom caught us at some point. That part is a bit blurry. I can still see the window of my old room and her parents room from my new house. The second time i was 8 and the guy, a cousin of one of my friends, who was 14, kissed and grabbed me and pushed me under the bed to make out with me. I didn’t know it was wrong. The friend just encourageed us. The third time I was assaulted i was 10/11. This girl from my class got me to touch her boobs, showed me porn and forced me to make out with her closet door as she pushed from behind against me. She made it into this secret game we had and would basically introduce me to new sex things on the internet constantly. I think it made me addicted to porn and a young age (+that i had free internet acces). I was also in an abusive relationship with a guy from my class around the same time. And i can hear people say but “that isn’t serious at that age” and you may or may not be right but it did have a big impact on me. He would shove, slap, hit, kick me in every way possible at school and then kiss me when we were alone, tell me he loved me. At summer church camp he tied me up and had me follow him for hours.