🤔 I hope sharing my story is truly anonymous? I’m an adult male in my 40’s. I was sexually abused at the age of 6 or 7…. Maybe 5? I just know that five was the earliest and by eight it had stopped. Scratch that… beginning at 4 years old was also possible. Memories from that time aren’t always 100%. But I can say for sure that abuse happened between myself and a child 4 years older. That 4 years difference means something to me. And I will challenge any asshole that would label what happened between a 7 yr old and an 11 yr old as mutual experimentation! That is such bs! 4 yrs at that age might as well be a decade? The gap can’t be quantified by adult standards. Anyway, 42 and it still comes around to haunt me. 12 yr old me wished an adult bad would have been the one to hurt me… a way to justify the hurt, the worthlessness, the guilt. I wished for worse because I felt so much pain. And guilt that I had no place to put. I have a father that I love dearly but he didn’t know, he called what had happened disgusting when I told him at 12 yrs old. Disgusting = 12 yr old translation… I’m disgusting. That’s not what he meant. My adult self knows that. My parents were so poorly equipped to handle the situation. Anyway… I’m tired and I’ve rambled on enough. My point is to give other survivors the message to hold on and that I personally love you!