Trigger warning: Before reading this post, please be aware that it contains references to childhood sexual molestation.
I was kidnapped when I was a seven year old. I was playing outside with toy car that I can drive with teddy bear 🧸 in it. A white man in his late 20s or early 30s approach my home in his red rusty car. My mom was inside the house talking on the phone. The man motion his hand to told to get in the car as a kid I didn’t know better. Soon as I got in the car we drove down the street and stop at the stop sign 🛑. We still on same street of my home. Neighbors notice the car and got me out of the car window, but it was too late. The blonde white man with blue eyes already sexual assault or molest me. And I saw things that young kid should never seen. The neighbors were punched the same man for kidnapping and sexually assault me. They pull the guy out of his car when they punch him. I didn’t know why they were hurting him I was just to young to understand so felt pity for him just like the mix emotions of being molest by him. I was returned back to mother and didn’t know what happened to the kidnapper. Maybe he went prison or escape from my neighbors? As I got older started to understand what had happened to me. I can’t forget that memory and it did affect me mentally when I had gone through some stuff my well being. I would ask myself don’t let your past affect your future live. I realized that was gay growing up and noticed it at young age. My love is not decided by no one, but me. And only me.🏳️🌈