The first time I was abused I was 7 years old, I was taking a shower to go to school, my 16 year old cousin who took care of me went into the bathroom, started to bathe me, then she took off her clothes and said that it was my turn, it made me "bathe" her, when she didn't do what she told me I would get beaten.
She took pleasure in hurting me while forcing me to do oral and masturbate, I tried to talk a few times about what she did to me, but what I heard in response is that if I didn't like it I was gay, and things like that ... And whenever I tried to talk and she found out I got beaten up more and more until I gave up trying to talk and react, that was until I was 10 years old, when she stopped taking care of me and moved to another city .
When I was 12 years old when I came back from school she was at my house, there was no one else, I tried to leave my things fast and leave, but while I went to my room, leave my things, she locked the doors of the house, she was calling me love and asking if I was homesick, she said that I had grown up and that she was better to play with me now, I tried to leave, she beat me with a squeegee cable, and said that when my mother came home from work she would saying I was sleeping when I got home from school and woke up with me by putting my fingers in it, I stopped reacting.
She started to smooth me, after making me take my clothes off she got naked she climbed on top of me and started sucking me, put my penis in her mouth and bit me when I didn't do it the way she wanted, after she came she told me when I finished her anal she took a shower and left as if nothing had happened, after that I didn't see her anymore.
People tend to believe that men cannot be raped, that straight men are not sexually abused, and end up making it a joke.
For a long time I hated myself and felt guilty, I felt angry at normal people for what just happened to me and for seeing the happiness of others, I even had doubts about my sexual orientation, because when I thought about sex all I felt was anger and disgust.
I do not believe that a man who has been sexually abused suffers more or less than a woman, but I know that no creature should go through something so terrible.
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Voices of Silence
Non-FictionAt the saddest moment of my life, I plunged into silence and there I heard voices. Voices of people who have gone through more things than me, more pains, more sufferings, but were willing to listen to me and tried to take care of me, this book is a...
