You might think is only the girls that goes through sexual abuse but the boys go through sexual abuse to. About two decades ago when i was about seven years old, i was sexually abuse by my Aunt. It happened when my mom told that she will be traveling for some weeks and that i will go and live with my aunt.
How did the whole stuff started?
One day my mom told me that she will be traveling for some weeks for and for that reason she wouldn't want me to stay alone at home, since my dad had gone for his special duty at his place of work. She took me to my aunt place to stay there.
Fews days later, my aunt called me to her room and presented some toys she bought for me.
She tease me with her words and say nice things to me. It felt normal probably because she wanted me to feel comfortable living in her house. I never knew she had bad intention for giving me those toys.
The next day happened to be weekend and that was when the entire drama started.
There was not work so she was at home. She called me again to her room and this time, she make advances on me, asking me to come and lay with her. I tried resisting but she threatened me, that she is going to tell my mom that I stole those toys she bought for me. I was so scared of my mom's scolding then, because when she is scolding me, she uses stick or footwear (slipper's).
If you grew up from an African home especially in Nigeria, what most parents use to scold their children is stick or mostly footwear's (slippers) if a child misbehave. So I was scared of the beating I will receive if my aunt eventually tell my mom I stole those toys. I had no choice but to lay down with her. Ghush!! I could still picture and imagine how she was directing me to do the art properly. Disgusting!!!
You might think is just a one time art, No!! it continued for the period I lived in that house, for over three weeks. Most times she will force me and if I refused, she will threatened not to give me food and fabricate lies to tell me mom.
That was not it, the worse part of everything was when she came home with her friend one day and they locked me up in the room with them inside, forcefully makig me to lay with each of them.
One day my mom called and asked of me but my aunt quickly cut the call and warm me not to tell my mom what was going on, threatening me and then called back my mom, telling her that it was the network that cut the call.
I spoke to my mom and acted normal as if nothing was wrong but her felt something was wrong.
When she returned back and began to ask me questions deeply like mother to child conversation and promised not to scold me, I opened up to her and disclosed everything. I wouldn't want to go details of what happened after I told her everything but the experience really affected me badly to the point I became afraid and stop staying with matured women in the same room. If I'm alone in the same room with a mature woman like my aunt size (she was like 4x older than me then) I will quickly run out of that room. This continued for over a decade plus. It was when I started getting matured, wheni got to my twenties that I was able to overcome that phobia and stay with matured women in the same room.
That was a childhood memory I can never forget no matter how hard i tried to. Is juat informatable but the good thing is I was able to overcome that phobia.
This post is in response to the hive weekend-engagement week 261>My earliest childhood memory that is stuck with me and why..
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