In this context it's not just not ok it's abusive.
Welcome to the forums ppippi.
I don’t think, having read the more detailed description of what you experienced, that there is any doubt that this was child sexual abuse.
The fact that you are asking these questions and on this site would indicate that you also know, at some level, that what happened was not right and that it affected you.
I am going to talk a little bit about my own experience, because there are some similarities and, maybe it will resonate with you. I apologize for the length....this is the first time I have shared any of this on this forum (I have only ever shared it with 3 other people during my life). For those that are triggered by CSA stories - you may wish to skip this post.
I was molested by my great uncle when I was very young....starting when I was probably 4 years old - a similar age to you. I was invited to sleep over at his house. He was kind and made sure we did fun things. We played board games. He made me my favourite food for dinner. Then it was time to go to sleep. I was invited to sleep in his bed so I wasn’t scared/alone. As we were going to sleep he suggested I look out the window (which I was closest to) and play a game counting the cars I saw. While I lay on my side doing that, and he played the car game along me, he began fondling me. Because I was on.my side I had no idea what he was doing to himself. I remember being uncomfortable and my body freezing up but he acted so normally and warm and friendly and loving....I was a very young child that did not understand what was going on.
This incident repeated itself EXACTLY on many different occasions. I kept sleeping over at his house because up until bedtime we had fun. And he was nice. And I loved him. And I DID NOT understand that what he was doing was so very wrong.
As the abuse continued I made it ‘okay’ in my head....that is how I survived. I ‘normalized’ it. I justified it. I excused it. No, it didn’t feel right, but maybe it was just his way of showing me he loved me. Okay, no, it was wrong, but maybe he just didn’t understand that.
Finally, as I became older, (maybe 8 or 9 years old?) I became more uncomfortable and stopped going to his house. A little older and I began to realize that he had abused me. A trusting, loving, innocent 4 year old. I despised what he did, BUT I was FINE. I was highly intelligent, athletic, social.....it had NOT affected me in any way. It wasn’t going to affect me in any way. I wasn’t going to let it. I wasn’t a victim I was a survivor. I was stronger because of it. I was glad.....I learned, as an adolescent, that 1 in 4 females are sexually abused and I decided at the age of 10 or 11 years old that I was ‘lucky’ because it ‘wasn’t that bad’. And, in some way, I ‘saved’ someone.......I was the 1 out of the unknown 4. Better me than someone else (I had a sister a year older and 2 younger brothers). I could take it. I could handle it. It was just fondling. It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t more....there was no penile penetration. I was fine.
I grew up playing a ton of sports. Popular. Excelling at school. The perfect child......with VERY low self esteem. But, hey, that was just my personality. I wasn’t afraid of intimacy.... I was just ‘too busy’ to date. I didn’t kiss someone until the very end of high school. I didn’t date until I was in university. I didn’t have intercourse until I was in my mid20’s. I married the first person I had sex with (LOVED sex.....can’t get enough....and equate that to real love/intimacy) and he turned out to be a narcissist. I was married for 14 years before I finally realized it, couldn’t take the abuse any longer and got out. Within 6 months I met another man who also was a narcissist (with PTSD) and had sex with the second person in my life and bonded to him and stayed with him off and on (at his discretion) for 5 years.
It took me a long time to convince myself that what I experienced was sexual abuse. A long time to understand that he was a child abuser (and most likely there had been many many victims before me). And an even longer time to allow myself to admit that it had afffected me. I was in full on denial and survival mode throughout my 2 relationships. To be honest, I am just really getting to that stage now and I am in my mid40s and have been therapy for 7 years (most of it just trying to deal with my toxic relationships with my 2 narcs). I am just now allowing myself to accept the fact that what happened to me as a child.....as ‘benign’ as I tried to convince myself it was.....has affected me tremendously as an adult and with my relationships. Did it stop me from having sex (eventually)? No. Did it affect how I think of sex? Probably (It is a huge bond for me. I immediate feel ‘better’ after having it regardless of how shitty I am being treated at the time...because it causes me to feel connected to mv partner even when maybe I shouldn’t.). Did it affect how much I crave it and how often I want it? I don’t know. Did it affect my self esteem and help make me the perfect ‘victim’ for the narcissists? Oh, yeah. So did it negatively impact my life, of course.......it just affected me in a way that wasn’t so obvious to me.......it affected my ability to choose a healthy, truly loving, giving intimate partner. It affected my ability to have a healthy, fully formed adult relationship.
I read what you wrote and I see myself in you (abstinence, fear of intimacy, trust issues, questioning boundaries) and the questions you are asking (was it wrong? was it abuse? did it really affect me?) and the situation you have found yourself in ( all of which may not be valid, so please understand I am not equating my experiences to yours or trying to make a connection that isn’t really there....this is all just based on me and my own experiences).
Some of us on this thread may see quite clearly that this was CSA. However, no one can force someone else to accept something or think a certain way about something. All we can do here is validate your thoughts and experiences with our own. Acknowledging and accepting that what happened to you was not okay, may be the first step. We, most likely, will not be able to answer your questions to the extent that you need. A therapist may help you get there....but everyone has to do things in their own time.
Stay strong. Seek support and get your questions answered. You will gain relief and the help needed to move forward.
Peace.