[Christine32091]

There’s something patently humiliating and terrifying about being an 11-year-old tomboy and having a trusted family friend wrap you up in a big bear hug. That bear hug then leads to a full, wet kiss, a wandering finger circling your not-even-there breasts, fondling and stroking you. This happens a few times over the course of months before you speak up and get him banished from the family. You’re too scared and ashamed and embarrassed to prosecute, and your well-meaning parents let it go, as you wish. That’s nothing compared to what happens to some children, but it’s what happened to me. I had the great fortune of having my sexuality thrown in my lap at an age when I still thought boys were ‘grody.’ I was terrified of all men I wasn’t related to for many years; then I decided I wasn’t worth anything and slept around a while. Finally, I talked about it with friends and family, and quit being a victim. It’s in my past now and doesn’t affect my life or sexuality at all. Not anymore.

If you enjoyed ‘playing doctor’ with other children, that’s normal developmental behavior. If, however, you’re talking about enjoying being molested by an adult, and enjoying it … wow. If that’s how you’ve chosen to deal with it, fine; just don’t go thinking it’d be a great idea to share your ‘joy’ with another young person. That would make you a pedophile.

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Name : Christine32091, Gender : F, Sexual Orientation : Straight, Race : White/Caucasian, Age : 32, City : Nashville, State : TN, Country : United States, Occupation : Attorney, Education level : Over 4 Years of College, Social class : Upper middle class, 

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