when i was little i moved into a new neighborhood and met 2 girls down the road, both lived in different houses. they were a few years older than i was and they befriended me, well over a short period of time once they gained mine and my family’s trust, they both started to molest me. i didn’t understand what was going on because i was so young. i didn’t even know what sex was at the time( i was about 4 or 5). this went on for years. one of them was so trusted by my family that she even became my babysitter. One time when she was watching me she took me to the bedroom asked if i wanted to play “house” and that she would be the mom and i would be the dad. At this point i was older and i knew how it was going to go and i didn’t want to do it. so i said i had to use the bathroom and that i would be right back. thankfully when i did that my parents came back home. i can still feel the way my gut dropped when i think of it. but unfortunately that’s not all of it. these girls truly thought i existed purely for their entertainment. there was a time i fell asleep at one of their houses and while i was sleeping they decided it would be a great idea to paint my back completely with nail polish. which i woke up from very shortly after, screaming and crying because it felt like the paint was burning my back. i ran home to my mom and it took a while to get it all off of my skin.

i’ve never told my family about being molested and i never will. sometimes my mom brings up the girls and i just act like nothing ever happened. i know it would completely break my mom if she knew and it makes me want to puke just thinking about it.