How old were you when you were molested?

How old were you when you were molested?

Who did it and how do you feel about it now?

Share your experiences, get it off your chest.

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I have masturbated to the thought that I might have repressed memories of being /ss/ed by my swim teacher.

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you a guy or girl? The teacher?

Why do you think you might have repressed memories? Or do you just want to?

>you a guy or girl? The teacher?
Not sure how to answer that, could you ask me a dumber question?

>Why do you think you might have repressed memories? Or do you just want to?
Probably never happened but if it did I wish I remembered.

Asking if you are male or female, and whether the teacher was male or female.

how old were you when you had them as a teacher?

(^▽^)

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>Asking if you are male or female, and whether the teacher was male or female.
Female. /ss/ means lesbian shit, didn't you know?

(*´▽`*)

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3-9 by my father left me with c-ptsd.

(。’▽’。)

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you m or f? Did you tell your mom? Was he caught?

M mom knew and same happened to my sister. He's still hiding out from warrants to unrelated stuff family members have seen him wandering around railroad tracks 3 years ago with a dog.

I can't talk about the first time. Don't wanna go there. I was way too young and she tortured me as well. I had nfi what was happening. It was terrifying.
But a few years later when I was 9 it happened with a guy. A friend of my step dad's. I was confused at first because I thought you only did this stuff with the opposite sex. Couldn't figure out why he went after me instead of a girl.
It ended up being sort of ok. I mean, fuck, it was abuse and should never have happened. But he was nice to me, gave me gifts, junk food. I felt better with him than anyone else I knew. I suppose that's grooming. Preferred spending time with him then being at home

I was 6 and my cousin was in his late 30s. He was caught when he was having his dick on my face and i didnt know.
He was beaten up and excommunicated from my family. He tried again when i was 18, family told me to lure him in, and we did, and beat the shit out of him again and left him bloody on the ground.

I guess if grooming works well enough, it doesnt' feel like abuse.

Sorry about your other experience tho. Torture sounds fucking terrible.

male, 7-12, brother few yrs older

Just slipped into my bed, didnt know whats going on. Parents probably knew and dismissed it as play. If only they had known the devestating consequences 30 yrs later...

A substantial portion of the scientific studies have shown that child molestation has very high correlation to homosexuality. One such study reported that 92% of the self-admitted homosexuals they surveyed admitted that they were molested as children. Further, it showed that amongst twins where one such twin self-identified as homosexual, while the other did not, the homosexual twin reported be molested as a child by a male while the heterosexual twin experienced no molestation.

Younger than 10, little gayboi interaction with a kid my age, we sucked eachother's dicks, found out i'm not gay.

everybody who is gay or involved in the gay community already knows that to be obviously true
nothing new there, user

>sucks dick
>"not gay"
mmmm-k

repressed homosexual much?
no hetero male ever sucked dick
ever

This You are gay. Enjoy the closet. Don't you belong in a 'cuck' (fake/fantasy porn) or 'bbc' (also fake/fantasy porn) or 'trap' (real/ they actually exist) thread?

Yeah it's weird. I recognize it as grooming and all completely wrong. But I also have some fond memories and sometimes fap to it. That messes me up a but, but meh I suppose it's just part of the whole thing for anyone trying to make sense of their abuse.

And ty. The initial stuff that happened, I've don't counseling, but I can't work through it. I don't think I'll ever be able to.

I was molested my entire childhood. multiple family members. I ended up marrying one. my older cousin. I get aroused and I am glad I was. HMU on wickr me private messenger for more "in-depth" encrypted talk. username: incowgnito

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>Started at age 4

>Baby sitter, an older man in a wheel chair named Delmis. He was my aunts dad.

>Late one night, when it was bed time. He started molesting me.

>Didn't understand.

>Every time I went to his house, he would molest me.

>He offers me one of those cup ice creams but grabs his groin and points to the room.

>I say no, I wanted the ice cream.

>He gets mad and shoves my head in the wall, tells me I'm bad and to go to bed..

>Never said no again..

>My cousins and neighbors do the same things to me

>Didn't understand..

>Molested by 7 different people..

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>Age 6, My dad sends me, brother and mom out to get new cloths and go to all you can eat.

>Gave my mom a hand full of money. Probably all the money he had.

>We get home, house is very clean and neat.

>Lights are off, dads not home.

>My mom finds a note on the table, she reads.

>She goes into panic mode, rushing up stairs and down.

>My brother and I don't understand.

>It was a suicide note.

>Dad hung himself at the place he works, he was found by his boss.

>EMT works on him for over 45 min.

>He's gone..

>I still didn't understand death at this time.

>Dads funeral.

>Wonder why dad is in such a creepy deep sleep. He smells weird..Like chemicals.

>I feel his face. Its very cold, like when you lay your face on cold concrete.

>Still didn't understand..

>Mom loses it.

>My grandma was there for her as much as she could be..

>They send her away to a mental hospital.

>They send me and my brother to the country to stay with my family for awhile.

>Moms never the same. She loved him so much..

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Started at

I hand out with gayboys and suck dick too.
No homo tho.

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Male 6-12 my older sister, I don't know if anyone else but us ever knew but I've blocked out those memories pretty well so I don't remember much

I was molested by old step brother(my mom broke up with her ex so hes not my step brother) and I didn't really get to tell him to stop.

I was roughly around young elementary school age too and he touched my private parts and such. Messed me up really badly too cause I wanted to stop him but I was too scared to say no or stop.


Second time was from my older half brother who thrusted into my ass a few times while I was bent down at night. I was simply trying to find a book and he just did it.


What sucks too is that they both got away with it and my older brother still visits us and acts like it never happened.

That and when I told my parents about the step bro one they didnt believe me at first.

Second time I told them when I was older my mom said "Oh well you guys were the same age so it doesnt really count.

Rip me.

Thanks op for making thus thread it really helps to vent it out.

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>I'm around 8 now

>18 yr cousin starts sleeping in same bed as brother and I.

>Late one night he starts molesting me.

>He keeps doing it every night.

>One night he got me alone.. He pulled me into the bathroom, pulled my pants down and started raping me..

>He finishes and wouldnt let me clean the jizz off myself...Just told me it would dry..

>Grandma sees i was acting weird, she finds out what he did.

>Never see him again.

>Mom goes manic and starts moving us around every 6 months.

>Mom tries to find love. All abusive assholes. One would beat her all the time, broke her fingers, choked her til she passed out...His name was Marty

>Marty introduced her to heroin...

>We all move in with my grandmother.

>Mom gets off the heroin.

>Grandmother loves us all so much. She is awesome and likes to play Sega all night (this was the late 90's)

>I start getting into animation, coding websites and developing simple games.

>Grandma supported this. She got me a new computer.

>I developed a game especially for grandma on her birthday, an RPG style scavenger hunt type game. The end result was a message for her telling her I loved her and happy birthday. I made all the graphics and programmed it myself.

>She thought it was so cool. She thought I had real talent..

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21 by my girlfriend she mind tricks me into having intercourse. It's discousting.

>2002

>One night, brother comes to me and says grandma hasn't opened her door all night. Usually she keeps it open unless she's sleeping.

>We check on grandma. She's sitting on her bed, staring at the clock, zoned out..

>Can't get her attention.

>Call paramedics, they snap her out of it.

>Grandma doesn't know who I am.

>She gets taken to the hospital, brain cancer.

>She starts chemotherapy. Loses her long beautiful hair.

>Her bones are fragile, she breaks her arm one night while sleeping...Never heard her scream so hard...

>Doctors didn't do shit.. They think its arthritis.

>She's in so much pain she can't bare it.

>Somehow though..Through the pain of an untreated broken arm grandma found a way to smile, every, single, time she saw me. She forced it.

>After two weeks of untreated broken arm, doctors realize it isn't arthritis. Finally they do something about it.

>They give her some shitty cast made of plastic that keeps digging into her skin and causing her pain.

>Grandma still finds a way to smile every time she sees me.

>Its around November

>Grandma gets worse, they send her to hospice.

>Brother going to see her, I don't go.

>Grandma dies next night.

>She was the strongest person ill ever know. I am so thankful she kept smiling. I realize now that it was for me to remember her not dying, not in pain. But smiling..I love her and I miss her.

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>Mom goes crazy, this time no one to help her through it.

>Mom starts doing heroin again..

>Christmas time, Grandma just died a month ago. First Christmas without her.

>I come downstairs, lightweight hoping to see lights, present and tree..Just something to boost spirits.

>No lights, No presents, No tree. Just mom, sitting on the couch shooting up heroin.

>She sees me, embarrassed and upset saying "I'm sorry, user. I'll get some christmas presents next week. I promise.."

>I pokerface and tell her, "Its okay, mom. You dont have to do that. I just came down to get a drink"

>We hug and I go back to my room to cut myself.

>I start cutting myself to releave my stress..

>Cutting myself becomes a habit. I have to wear long sleeves all the time...Didn't want anyone to know...Didn't want to make mom more sad.
I don't do this anymore.

>Mom stops paying rent to pay her heroin addiction.

>We get evicted, lose everything. My computer with all the games I created and my animations..Gone.

>With no home, I stop going to school after 9th grade.

>We live on the streets for awhile

>Dumpster food, donuts with coffee grounds on them and dumpster pizza from shops.

>We move into my aunts boyfriends extra house (I guess he owns a bunch of houses. Mostly in bad areas)

>Mom owes a lot of money to her drug dealer.

>One night, I'm sleeping.

>He has two people come into the house, they break my bed room door down.

>I jump up from the area on the floor where I was sleeping (didn't have a bed, it was just blankets on the floor)

>I look up and the two people have guns pointed at my head.

>They start yelling at my mom about something I was too focused on the guns at my head.

>Mom talks to them and they leave. Mom acts like shit didn't just happen..Like I didnt just wake up to people screaming at us and pointing two guns at my head.

>Fuck, I could of died..

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Jung believed in the afterlife. It has to mean something. This universe... the fucking size of it. The miracle of it. The insanity of how amazingly it works. It. It’s mean something. I cant believe that there is nothing after life. It would be a choice to believe that - and its be an act of pure faith to maintain a belief in nothing.

You were lucky to have that grandma. Serious question though... why not kill the molesting asshole that did you wrong?

>Mom continues her drug addiction.

>She keeps passing out while driving because she's doped up.

>She passed out one day and drove her car into someone's pool

>Mom died.

>I move in with my uncle. I completely withdraw into myself.

>Spend 12 yrs alone, barely seeing anyone. Only came out to eat late at night. I Blacked the windows out so there were days I just wouldnt know if it was day or night out.

>I didnt care..The world didnt have anything for me..

>Brother offers me to stay with him, I do. Its a nice house and he was never home because he was a truck driver.

>I am hanging out one night, about to goto sleep.

>Decide not to sleep because whatever reason.

>Power goes out. (The power breaker would trip itself a lot, didnt know why. I'm not a electrician. I had my tv on and bathroom light was on. Thats literally it.)

>I go to turn the power back on, notice some smoke infront of my shitty blinking flash light.

>Flash light blinking probably saved me because i noticed a power outlet was glowing red.

>Theres a fire inside the wall.

>House burns down.

>I dont know why it happened, i wasnt using much power...Brother blames me for it...

>Haven't talked to brother since..
I live alone now. I am always alone. I prefer it this way..Ironic thing is, the place I live is 2 blocks away from the funeral home my dad had his funeral at in 1993. It looks the same..I see it every single day. The place I live is also a couple blocks away from where he killed himself. I see it often..

Anyway, Thanks for reading.

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>Cousin had me blow him I was five and he was 12-13ish.
>didn’t tell anyone
>started to figure it was wrong little by little as I grew up.
>more sexually active as a result.
>molested my sister although she was only two years young than me... this stopped at about 11-12 years old when my father caught me.
>he would have killed me if not for my mother. We got over it as a family and everything turned out great.
>At about 18, I wondered if I should kill my cousin, mainly because I was mad at him for putting me on a path to do it to my sister.
>took my hunting rifle and stalked him one night, his window from the woods. Had a shot. Thought about it. Decided not to. Figured he was probably abused... and he was just young enough to let it go.

That’s my story. I’ll never forget looking at him for less than one second through my .270’s scope. I joined the marines later that summer to get away and clear my head. Life worked out really well for me in the end. But I never put eyes on my cousin again. It’s been 22 years since that night.

Hey user I hope that some day things will get better for you and you push for that game designing stuff! Sorry that you had to deal with all of that shit but its good thatcha talked about it here.

My 3 cats were in the fire, I lost them.. It was too hot to go upstairs for them. Ill always feel bad about not being able to reach them.

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Oddly enough, for the first time, I believe you actually are female. You reek of entitlement. Hope someone catches you and puts your little asshole to proper use. That guy was being very polite to you - his mistake.

Male, Older Brother when I was 5.

More of a perpetrator-less situation since brother was only 9. He had probably seen parents doing or watched smth similar on TV and wanted to do "what adults do" as he said. he d convince mom to let me sleep in his bed during our midday naps. He d tell me "this is what and mom and do" then lie on top of me and try to kiss me by hovering my his mouth over mine. he d often ask me to stick my tongue out and suck it or we'd twirl them together. This is the part I most vividly remember and one of my first sexual awakenings, I could even say these are fond memories, but there was also the humping part. I faintly remember him telling me to spread my legs and grinding against me when face up or face down. I don't know if it hurt because he was older and heavier or because he was hard while doing it but it certainly wasn't pleasant. Also faint memories of what his penis looked like which was quite different than mine. I always maintained that these were just false memories until I found out by my mom that brother had been circumcised when he was 3 due to urological problems.

I remember having quite a few fits of rage and anger back then which stopped in preadolescence, everyone attributed those to my endocrinological issues(could have been a mixture of both these causes I guess)
Don't know if it had any other long term effects on me (apart maybe from my sexual development) perhaps indirect ones that are quite difficult to trace back to that incident.

Thanks, I havent programmed or coded in over 15 yrs now. im too far out of the game..also my computer cant handle heavy development..tried.

/ss/ means straight shota
as in a boy with a woman
sorry

Well hopefully you'll find a way to do so even if its been so long. If not for yourself then for the people you did it for in the past. I know doing something you were once passionate about can really help.

Plus I betcha you were pretty damn good by the sound of it.

Wasn't really molestation, but when I was probably about 6 or 7 I had a nightmare and went to sleep in my dads bed with him, but after he fell asleep he started humping my back because he sleeps naked.
At the time I was just very confused, but now thinking about it makes me horny.

I was, Its all in the past now. I dont have the money or resources to do anything serious. Im just a prep cook now. Not exactly what I wanted to do but..oh well.

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Oh damn dude that's a big oof.

Well again hopefully things get better for you. Maybe you can apply for some gov grants due to your past.

Dont know if it counts, but when I was around 3 we were living in small apartment with one bedroom, I remember mom and dad doing stuff while I was in their room playing, sometimes even when I was on their bed, they d only stop once I got to close, mom would pick me up and put me in my play yard.

It was so long ago I cant remember my age.

> hanging out with twin bro
> sucking each others dicks both had stiffys
> felt warm and nice
> feel each other up all the time
> then warm feeling goes away
> hear moms voice scream out in pain
> several mens voices
> then one of them yanks my head and rips me away from my bro, was fully naked with boner
> feel boner slide against moms pussy
> momrape.jpg
> cuts my umbilical cord and cleans me up
> boner goes down
> bro died being born feet first

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I was around the age of 7 when my cousin first touched me (he was 15)
I had no idea of what was going on at the time and from time to time I have flashbacks that I try to suppress.
He made me perform oral multiple times and he did the same to me
We used to stay at his house after school and we played a lot so I never thought about it being wrong.
The sad thing is that his mom found out about it but never told my parents about it.
I'm not sure if it damaged me in any way and I can't say that I"m a very happy person.. I am happy to be where I am now though

>How old were you when you were molested?
Below ten, few times after ten.
>Who did it
"Friends" and people who were supposed to take care of me.
>Share your experiences, get it off your chest.
I fabricated happier memories in my mind and repressed them.

15yo.

HS friend who turned to be gay coerced me into gay sex. I didn't like it and wasn't attracted to him but my self-esteem was so low I submitted to him and did whatever he wanted.

Does consensual sex with a 13 year old when I was 8 count?