An awful thing happened to me. Actually, it happened to me twice. It was an awful, AWFUL thing and really wounded me. But the thing about wounds is there is a good side to them, they heal.
As a result of my 'wound', I got more attention than ever from my parents, and let me tell you, they were seriously lacking in the affection department before. It helped me to be stronger and I was able to take on any 'wound' that came at me. And lastly but surely not least, my 'wound' helped me meet someone who became the most important person in my life.
So what was this big wound?
I was sexually harassed by my parent's best friend. And just when I thought it was over, he came back and hurt me some more. So yeah, I was definitely traumatized by the time it was officially over.
Anyway, let's get on with a flashback, shall we?
First thing's first, my name is Christopher. I don't like nicknames so everyone calls me Christopher.
My parent's friend that I mentioned is named Jack. He's middle aged, has a beer belly, and is balding. In other words, he's not very attractive.
Jack always caused trouble with me. Like the time when I was five and he 'accidently' knocked over my gold fish bowl and killed all my fish. Or how when I was ten, he 'accidently' ran over my favorite red bike with the orange flames. Or how when I turned thirteen, he 'accidently' shoved me into the bathroom and kissed me.
So...yeah, maybe none of those were truly accidents. Especially not the last one.
I was more than a little shocked when it happened. He simply smirked and told me not to tell anyone or I would regret it. After he left the bathroom, I rinsed my mouth out for an hour.
A few days later, my parents invited him over for drinks. They told me to go upstairs to my room because they didn't want to expose me to alcohol. What they didn't know is I had a glass of wine almost every night to help me sleep...
I lay in my bed for about an hour, tossing and turning. Just when I was drifting off to sleep, I heard my door open. I didn't catch a glimpse of who it was but when I felt their rough calloused hands on me, I knew. I immediately started to fight him off but he was strong, and quite heavy, as he climbed on top of me and pinned me down.
As a result of my 'wound', I got more attention than ever from my parents, and let me tell you, they were seriously lacking in the affection department before. It helped me to be stronger and I was able to take on any 'wound' that came at me. And lastly but surely not least, my 'wound' helped me meet someone who became the most important person in my life.
So what was this big wound?
I was sexually harassed by my parent's best friend. And just when I thought it was over, he came back and hurt me some more. So yeah, I was definitely traumatized by the time it was officially over.
Anyway, let's get on with a flashback, shall we?
First thing's first, my name is Christopher. I don't like nicknames so everyone calls me Christopher.
My parent's friend that I mentioned is named Jack. He's middle aged, has a beer belly, and is balding. In other words, he's not very attractive.
Jack always caused trouble with me. Like the time when I was five and he 'accidently' knocked over my gold fish bowl and killed all my fish. Or how when I was ten, he 'accidently' ran over my favorite red bike with the orange flames. Or how when I turned thirteen, he 'accidently' shoved me into the bathroom and kissed me.
So...yeah, maybe none of those were truly accidents. Especially not the last one.
I was more than a little shocked when it happened. He simply smirked and told me not to tell anyone or I would regret it. After he left the bathroom, I rinsed my mouth out for an hour.
A few days later, my parents invited him over for drinks. They told me to go upstairs to my room because they didn't want to expose me to alcohol. What they didn't know is I had a glass of wine almost every night to help me sleep...
I lay in my bed for about an hour, tossing and turning. Just when I was drifting off to sleep, I heard my door open. I didn't catch a glimpse of who it was but when I felt their rough calloused hands on me, I knew. I immediately started to fight him off but he was strong, and quite heavy, as he climbed on top of me and pinned me down.
