confessions for my mother and father

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I was 11 the first time I was sexually assaulted in some sort. I blocked the entire memory for year and years on end, I can't even remember what properly happened, did he touch me? I will never know. All I can remember is him locking me in my own bathroom, telling me that I wasn't allowed to leave until I showed him my genitalia. He was 15 or 16, I can't really remember, all I know is telling him no several times, and then giving in after he told me he wouldn't let me leave. It has been eight years since this happened, and it didn't only happen one, but multiple times when he stayed at our house for that week.
I remember you telling me the next summer that we were going up to visit them, and me being adamant not to go. You obviously didn't understand why, as I never told you what happened, and as I didn't completely understand what had happened to me at the time, I didn't make a big deal out of it. The thing is, I didn't even know the significance of him doing it, as all I knew at the time was that it was a private area and he made the excuse as his mother had never been around, he didn't know what it looked like. I remember seeing him many other times after, and always being scared he would do the same. Being dad best friends son, I had to bare with it all these years, without telling anyone, as I didn't fully comprehend how scaring that was until recently.