I was 12 years old. Christmas Eve 1995 when I was home with my dad and his brother who my uncle. They were drinking, I was in my room sleeping when my uncle came in and took my pants off. He was kissing and touching me. He said he wanted to give me a Christmas present. I didn’t know what was happening. I was frozen, when he finished my dad came in and did what my uncle did. I started to vomiting.
It never happened again, my dad or uncle don’t talk about it and I never told anyone. I’m Indian and now 32 years old. I had arranged marriage but couldn’t have sex with my husband as I felt nothing. He leave me. I’m tried ending my life many times. I hate my father, my uncle. I feel dead inside.