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Staying Anonymous
I just wanted to tell my story, since I do not trust many people anymore.
When I was 8 years old, a boy at the age of 12 at the time moved into my neighborhood across the street from my grandparent's house. We got along right away. Every day after school we'd play outside with Nerf Guns or a football, maybe ride our bikes, etc. Well, one day he said he created a club for us to be in. But there was an initiation. My brother who was 5 at the time had to give the boy (Let's call him Ryan) a high five. Ryan's sister had to give him a high five as well. But when I asked what I had to do, my initiation was much worse. He wanted me, an 8 year old girl, to give him oral sex.
I said no at first, and I regret to this day, almost 7 years later, not telling someone about it. I hesitantly agreed. I wanted to be in the club with my friends. This was just to get in the club, I told myself. But sadly, this was the start of much worse.
He started to ask me more and more to give him more oral sex, and me not knowing any better, agreed. I didn't agree because I liked it (I hated everything about it), I agreed because I was terrified of what he would do if I declined. I thought he would turn the story around to make himself look like the victim. Now that I think back to it, that was irrational, because he was 12 and I was 8, and 8 year olds don't typically sexually assault people. Anyways, I kept agreeing.
And then, one day he asked if we could have sex. I said absolutely not. I wasn't going to go down this path. He kept begging to the point where he begged on his knees at one point. Then he said if he couldn't have vaginal sex with me, maybe we could do anal sex. I again said no. He kept begging. I was used to this routine by now. I wanted him to stop begging, and I didn't want him to tell anyone, because he said that if I told anyone, he'd rat me out to people too. So I agreed again. We had anal sex for about a two minutes. Nothing more. It was just penetration, thankfully. I didn't have my period yet either, which was convenient.
One day he just moved away and I never saw him again. That is the end of my story. The span of this story happened to me at 8-10 years old.
When I was 8 years old, a boy at the age of 12 at the time moved into my neighborhood across the street from my grandparent's house. We got along right away. Every day after school we'd play outside with Nerf Guns or a football, maybe ride our bikes, etc. Well, one day he said he created a club for us to be in. But there was an initiation. My brother who was 5 at the time had to give the boy (Let's call him Ryan) a high five. Ryan's sister had to give him a high five as well. But when I asked what I had to do, my initiation was much worse. He wanted me, an 8 year old girl, to give him oral sex.
I said no at first, and I regret to this day, almost 7 years later, not telling someone about it. I hesitantly agreed. I wanted to be in the club with my friends. This was just to get in the club, I told myself. But sadly, this was the start of much worse.
He started to ask me more and more to give him more oral sex, and me not knowing any better, agreed. I didn't agree because I liked it (I hated everything about it), I agreed because I was terrified of what he would do if I declined. I thought he would turn the story around to make himself look like the victim. Now that I think back to it, that was irrational, because he was 12 and I was 8, and 8 year olds don't typically sexually assault people. Anyways, I kept agreeing.
And then, one day he asked if we could have sex. I said absolutely not. I wasn't going to go down this path. He kept begging to the point where he begged on his knees at one point. Then he said if he couldn't have vaginal sex with me, maybe we could do anal sex. I again said no. He kept begging. I was used to this routine by now. I wanted him to stop begging, and I didn't want him to tell anyone, because he said that if I told anyone, he'd rat me out to people too. So I agreed again. We had anal sex for about a two minutes. Nothing more. It was just penetration, thankfully. I didn't have my period yet either, which was convenient.
One day he just moved away and I never saw him again. That is the end of my story. The span of this story happened to me at 8-10 years old.
