I was 5. He was 6. He’s only a year older than me. He’s a friend of mine. I have autism. He has also autism. We were around the same age so that was cool. We also don’t really hang out all that often. It began at his house when he started touching me in his trousers. He wanted me to touch his. I was screaming for help. I’m sure he did other things to me that I don’t want to even get into. It ended when I was 8 or 9. He was 9 or 10. I’m upset about this all these later.