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Jimo
between the ages of 15 and 16 I was living with my aunt and her husband. He never actually touched me, but he would expose himself in front of me and then come eat dinner as though nothing happened. When my aunt would leave the car he would point he mirror down while exposing himself. Lastly, he came to a room I was sitting on the floor in fixing something on the bed and took his clothes off while sticking he penis in front of my face, that's when I made a dash for the door and ran hateful across few blocks till I found my aunt. I don't know how to describe these events and the fact that I had to live with my aunt at the time and I had nowhere else to go, until a few distant cousins volunteered to take me. I don't know how to describe this in therapy as it wasn't sexual abuse per se as he never really touched me...