mary misanthrope Posted:
I shared with you about my enjoy at age 20, and since everybody was so supportive last time, I feel it is necessary for me to tell you about the time I was molested when I was 5 years old.
It was the summer of 1988, and I had just turned 5. I still had wilted balloons from my party in my bedroom, littering the floor. My Dad was working, and my Mom had a pottery clbum, so my parents hired a babysitter for the evening.
Our usual sitter was sick, so my Uncle Gary was over for the evening. He had filled in a few times before, and I liked him because he would play girly games with me (tea parties, My Little Pony, etc) and even made me a princess crown.
My brother was playing Nintendo in the living room. We were playing a princess pretend game, and he was my prince. For some reason, we went into my room to go get a toy or something.
He closed the door softly behind him. He said that he had a fun game he wanted to play with his little princess. He took off all of my clothes except my pink panties. I didn’t want him to see me, so I laid down on my stomach, and I started to flip through a book, looking at the pictures and chattering away, trying to steer his focus to perhaps the cute little kitten pictured on the cover.
He took out his male reproductive organ and started to rub it on me, through my panties. I pretended that it tickled, hoping he would stop (he knew I hated to be tickled).
He asked me if it tickled in a good way, and I said no. I got up and took off my panties, feeling that they were dirty because he touched them with his “thing”. I threw the tainted underwear under the bed, and took a few balloons and shoved them under the bed so nobody could see the object of my shame.
This was a mistake. I tried to go put new clothes on, but he wouldn’t let me. He made me… touch him… and gratify him with my tiny little hands. I told him that I didn’t like it, and that his “thingy” was weird looking and it made me want to laugh. He said it was good to laugh sometimes. And then he came, all over me.
He zipped his pants up and left the room. I could hear him start a bath. He took me to the bathroom and gave me a gentle bath. I was silent the whole time. He put me to bed, and told me that what happened was our special secret, and not to tell anybody.
I tried to hold it all in, scared my parents would reject me as damaged goods if I told them. I held it in for what felt like forever, but eventually it was too much for my little soul to bear and I told my mother. I never saw Uncle Gary again, and our family never discussed what happened that night again.
Sweet heart, take some advice from an old lady, and learn to toughen up!
You young ladies today have idea of how hard things can really be.
My father sold me out to a group of soldiers when I was ten, and they were none too gentle let me tell you!
But I lived and so did you.
Honestly, you ladies today are all so weak willed.
