I was 7 years old. It was within few days after losing my father. My long distance cousin would come to my house.
One morning, I found him playing with my boobs. Second day, I found him playing with my private part. Third day, I woke up early so that I could avoid all that I did not know what to do. I knew that was not right but I did not tell my mother.
He had tried this before too, when we all cousin went to his house in the middle of the night. He would wake up, come near to me, and would pull my pant. Every time I woke up and avoided that incident, but one day I woke up and found him on top of me. He was adjusting his dick inside me playing with my boobs and kissing me.
I wanted to shout. I wanted to open my eyes, but I froze I think or I was afraid he would do something. After he was done, he left and he tried to do same with my sister but I stayed always around my sister because I knew what he was capable of.
I had other few people I knew tried to molest me. One I found sleeping behind me touching me from back, but I woke up and he could not do anything.Another was trying to touch my boobs when I was sleeping.
I sometimes feel I need psychiatric help because I never told this to anyone and I think these old images are still fresh in my mind. I feel horrible, but I am living my life and I wish that person wouldn’t suffer so much. I still cry, still feel heavy. I have a boyfriend and I want to tell him but I just cannot.