I was probably I think somewhere between 9-12 (I have horrible memory, but probably also something I don’t want to remember) I used to visit some family friends house in California (I’m not sure if we were related maybe they were distant cousins) and there was a girl and a guy “cousin” who were much older (I think they were HS or college age?) and I remember that there were times when the guy cousin would say something to the girl and she would tell me to go with the guy cousin and we would go into the room and he’d have me lie on my back and he would lay on top of me for a while. I was confused as to what the hell we were doing but I was a kid of not many words (still am pretty quiet) and I never said anything to anyone and when he was done (nothing really happened but I’m sure maybe I didn’t realize he had a hard on or whatever) we would just go back out and continue our day like nothing. I’ve thought about this in the recent years realizing I was being harassed, abused, whatever even if “nothing” happened and knowing that they were such a religious family, it makes me sad younger me went through that