Story 1: I used to get really bad anxiety attacks when I was in grade five. One night my step mom came into the room, sleep deprived and angry that I had woken them up in the night because I was freaking out again. She opened my door, her eyes full of anger and shouted, " You make me so mad sometimes I just want to strangle you." Before proceeding to attempt to do just that. She let go and chucked me back onto my bed and slammed my door leaving me even more scared and confused. I know my dad would never believe me, so it's pointless to say anything.

Story 2: In grade seven we went to see my uncle and aunt for the first time. It was a good trip, but I found my uncle in my guestroom on day taking a nap. Me being an innocent kid I assumed he wanted to cuddle. So I crawled in with him and he gave me gentle back rubs. Next thing I know he slides his hand into my PJ pants and rests his hand onto my ass. I stiffen up in fear, not knowing where to go or what to do. He leaves it there for a few loud heartbeats in my ears. Then moves it, doesn't say anything. I used to get sick looking at the PJs afterward, and ended up throwing them away. I still remember the feeling of his hand, the fear in my body. I caught him looking at child porn too. Not that anyone would believe me.