When I was 7 or 8 years old, a distant relative was visiting from Minnesota. My parents we’re find of her and thought of her as a daughter because they had lost their own daughter who was about the same age. She brought her brother and both stayed at my home. She was naive and nice, while her brother filled the role of the wannabe slick cool guy. On a few occasions, he would pull me into my parents’ bathroom when yet weren’t home and pull down my pants, exposing my genitals. I tried blocking out the subsequent events, but I recall he got off at looking at my private parts. I would play I’m the living room and he would call me over and wanted to show me something “cool.” He would smoke a cigarette in our house, lift up his shirt, and place the cigarette in his belly button, which “activated” his erection. I wanted to beat this guy up so badly, yet he threatened to hurt me if I told my parents. I still ha ven’t told my parents and it was over 20 years ago. When my friends’ kids want to play with me and even sit on my lap, I have to nicely push them away because I feel it’s in appropriate. I have no urge to molest little kids, but being molested as a kid makes me too aware of what criminals do to children and I’d rather not get caught up in that situation. I feel like an innocence was taken away from me and I’m really careful to embrace little kids because I don’t want any improprieties to be assumed or occur, even though I know it won’t.
I attended a screening of Brave Miss World in Santa Barbara and spoke to Cecilia Peck at the end and she suggested that I write my story here. Her Italian co-producer brought up a resonating comment when she mentioned something along the lines that just because you were molested as a boy doesn’t mean that you will molest other boys. I grew up with men trying to grab my crotch because I was a “cute boy.” That brought a sense of relief to me even though I love women very much. I just wish that this traumatic experience could be deleted from my memory so that I can play with kids, pick them up, and not even have to think about the monsters out there who could do harm to them. Thanks for listening.
Thank you for writing your story. It sounds alot like mine. I was molested by my brother. He was molested by someone in my family. We were both under the age of 12. I can’t get him to talk about those times to find the truth. I am now 41 and still want to close that memory in my life forever.
John from Wisconsin
I was too molested by my uncle Mohammedreza Lalji who is of Tanzanian born but now lives in Leicester by forging a UK passport claiming to be a Somali refugee and using a forged name of Abdul Razak. He and his son molested me since childhood and made my life terrible until now I am contemplating suicide. When I reported about him, he and his family with the strength of money accused me of theft while I a religious student am not a thief.
Sounds the same with me , when i was young i didn’t have a father figure around nor older male alpha that taught me things. I use to hang out around the allies in baltimore city playing war games with toy guns. One of the so called friends was a older friend. I looked up to him and my grandma told me not to invite him in. But i didn’t listen. He use to bring us toy guns to play with thats why i was loyal to him but then one day he was playing witch craft in my base Bloody marry ,One day we were all just watching n chillen with my neighbors and this male who was in high school i believe asked us to play strip poker and my gut feeling as a 6 year old said no but my neighbor kept pressuring me saying if you dont play with us then your not our brother so i felt like my loyalty was being tested at a young age so i bit the bate and then this Male who was older not sure how old got me 6 year old , my lil cousin probably 4 or 5 and my neighbor who was maybe 5 to get naked lay with each other. I need answers. Im not a homosexual male at all i love beautiful women of all kinds and this was a white male this made me have hatred towards the white race.