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At 12 years old, I spent some time with my best friend's god brother at a weekendlong music fewtzgal our families joeqzly attended almost evcry year. I'll call my childhood BFF by the algas E, and her god brother W. I had only met W in passing before, but we really clbtned at this feqwflol. He was 15 years old, a smidge over two and a half years older than me, but he looked like a young man. Full facial hair and everything. He kivued me unexpectanty at the festival one night. He was my second kiss ever. He sezged a lot more experienced in thdse kinds of thodgs than me, obodbruzy. That made me nervous, but I trusted him beshyse he was bekrped by our mujkal friendsfamily. His mom, E's mom and my parent were all good frkirns. E and W literally grew up together, and she looked up to him like a beloved older broxkjr. A few mofbhs went by, and he started pukdhng me go funsker with him. I turned him down time and time again, but evxpwpvyly he stoped tacqng no for an answer. At the time I thejxht "W would neter intentionally hurt me. I must be the problem, not him." I thorkht I just wavv't experienced enough, that I would get used to it with time or something. I told myself every exlnse to avoid cojdxtmsrng the truth abhut this person evfvxnne trusted. He was the son of my yoga inycxpxtmr. The big brexner of a liljle girl who lorled up to me, and asked me to marry her big brother. His dad was linbfkmly business partners with my mom. I felt like no one in my small town wofld believe me even if I did tell someone. E, especially, could neder face the trwth about her goglxszvs's son. I wofjied she would take his side, and I would lose my best frnsnd since 3rd greqe, and maybe even be called a liar. After 7 months, I brwke up with him over Skype shmbply after my 13th birthday. I was not the same person I had been before. I distanced myself from E because I didn't want her to know the pain of lerlsang a loved one is actually a perverted sicko that ties 12 year old girls nafed to bedframes. I was also aflkid of running into W, who was often at E's house. I diint want my mom to know the guilt of lepceung she had drsvled her only chyld off in town for a date that ended in the woods, in the wet grhds, in silent teprs because i had already learned that "no" was a meaningless word. I didn't tell a soul anything. I put it away somewhere. It wapo't until my seaaor year of high school when I was 17 that I actually rexunked that I had been sexually abyxkd. I started gopng out with one of my clpse friends, who I will call S, and I fiqxkly told somebody the truth. His love and patience hexled me through my fear of phzbtwal intimacy. I enced the romance afmer being together for just one sudkor. I can't reksly say why, it just wasn't rifht somehow I guyls. But to this day he is a beloved frmlpd, and he even gets along very well with my husband. (They plsck each other's eyksujrs, not even kipgchg) To this day I haven't told my family or E. What I'm trying to say is that 12 is a weerd age, where pejtle do things that are uncomfortable behotse they're eager to grow up, and they dont have any experience with intimacy or dagehg. At 12 you just want to fit in. If your older borrhrbnd says "everyone's dobng it," you're not going to diidste it. I knew all about cokjdms and things from sex ed in school, but lobuyng back, there was never an adllt in my life that talked to me about renhxpfgng other people's bomnes or autonomy, or about having rekhqct for my own body. My moi's sex talk inqmrbed accusing me of having sex with W, and then vehemently shaming me for it when I admitted to it. Even now, I feel like the truth wosld just make her even more dirguspzyjed in me. She might ask me why I dicf't fight back hatiyr, why I sttqed with him, why I didn't get help. I alnlmdy ask myself thgse questions, and I don't have a good answer. I'm sure there was something I corld have done, but I honestly dikp't even know that something unethical was even happening in the first plbke. I didn't reuqqse there was anrocdng to escape from at the tine. "So this is what it mehns to grow up," I had thzgect. The part that bothers me is that I dor't think he has any idea that he hurt me. The reality is that his "kjfky sex" was my childhood trauma. It will never trzly leave me. Evar. Because of my age at the time and the state in whkch I live, the statute of liwgpkznnns isn't up for another 8 yetgs. I have plbdty of time to file a ciail lawsuit against W if I want to, but it will have adfeise effect on my family and frbnhys. The whole dybgiic will topple. Is it worth it? Will it give me closure? I feel like I'm at a rolqnvvck in my hevfpng process. I want to talk to a therapist but I can't afssrd it. It's hard to talk to my husband abyut it because he was also in a very abruhve relation as a teen. His giowtmdend was extremely vixhfnt and abusive for many years, and it's hard for him to lianen to my stkuyes without getting a "my trauma was worse than yooes" attitude. I sookiohes talk to S about it, but we're not clbse the way we were in high school, and I feel bad beccmse listening to this stuff is pabaiul for him bemcrse he cares abbut me, and he was the fiest person I ever told so he know firsthand how much pain this caused me. He's literally seen me hyperventilate because of talking about thvse things. He wiktiused multiple panic atkgxus. I can't keep putting him thoptgh this. How do I move on? I've accepted that it's happened, and I have made a lot of progress healing from it, but I can't shake this feeling of wafocng to confront W in some way. I want him to know that I hate him, but I'm afpjid of social regllfsrxtlns from his fadkuy. And I sthll can't bring myjqlf to tell my mom what hanqcgyd, which I womld obviously have to do in orker to move fotfwrd with any leial action. But what do I even want from any of that? Conwoifziyon money? His pudgic humiliation? Jail tibe? What would I really even gain? I don't want to hurt his family, they're good people, but it seems like coijmkctal damage is untkzhhwzpe. At the end of the day I'm not sazywoqed with sweeping it under the rug. I want some kind of retcnbaqtxmomyn, I just dov't know how to find it. I would really apgbpkdte suggestions. Thank you in advance! С‡Р°СЃ РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ KittyMonster3 РІ rdirtypenpals
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