Child Abuse Story From Ethan
by Ethan
(Los Angeles, California, USA)
It was 10 years ago when I was 11. I had been in a swimming club for kids for over a year. My grandma would have driven me to the pool almost everyday. Til there was this man I could still clearly recall his figure by the carhatt shirt he always wore. We were "friend" for some time and he told me his personal story that he had a son that lived with his wife, and he was very upset. He was glad to meet a boy like me, which to him, pictured his son. He always asked if I want anything like a juice after a swim or some food.
At first I thought he was a really kind man, but nothing else. Somehow I also felt kinda bad for him due to his family issue. Perhaps because I had the same issue too, I stayed mostly with my grandparent, my mom was a foreign reporter and she rarely home. One day he also bought me a new pair of goggles, which made him to me like a very special friend. My grandma also had a good impression with him.
And one day when I was showering, he knocked on my cubicle and asked if he could come in and give me a shampoo bottle. I didnt even hesitate and unlock the door. He stood there and applied the shampoo on my body. I was a bit shy but I didnt say anything. I thanked him and he went out. The incident didnt concern me at all, because to me he was a very kind man. The following days he would come in to shower with me, he said it was very fun to shower with me, reminded him of his son. He told me him and his son usually played in the shower and it was a fun time. After a few days I got used to him being in the shower with me. He told me to not tell my grandma or mother because it was a guy thing. And that made perfect sense to me, I didnt even bother telling my grandma or mom. Later he asked if I know anything about having sex and he showed me photos of boy/boy and man/boy having sex. Back then I had in mind that's how baby was born, but it was between a man and a woman, not the same gender. But he told me it felt very pleasure and that I should try to know the feeling. Somehow I knew that the things he did with me was not right, but I wasnt totally sure. I felt weird and confused those nights. I started to feel pain. I didnt know whether what he was doing with me right or wrong. And I was scared to tell my mom or grandma. After the 3rd time, I told him how I felt, but he kept insisting that it was healthy for me. I didnt know how to defend myself.
The following days, I stayed at home, telling my grandma that I was sick of swimming and would changed to rugby. I never saw him again, but the things he did to me were haunting. I lived in a house that knowledge about these situations is very limited. It took me some time to set my mind right when I hit puberty with all those thoughts and confusion.
Til this day, I researched what could have been the effects of sexual abuse, I am frightened that it could have gone much worse for me. I could never forget those 2 weeks in my life.
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