i grew up in the ghetto, there was alot of fobs in my area. hardly any of us knew much english or much about this new world we live in, really. i was just 4 or 5 at the time. me and the neighborhood kids would always get picked up by this old caucasian guy in his late 50s or early 60s. he was really nice. our parents were always at work and didn't know much. even if they did, they thought he was a nice guy because he always bought us gifts. so when we get picked up by him to go to the stores so he can buy us gifts, whoever sat in the passenger seat would be the one that he would 'touch.' to be more specific, whenever i sat in the front seat next to him, he'd stick his hands down my pants and grope me, fingering me and such. i didn't really know what to do or what he was doing actually. sometimes we'd even end up at his house, and he would make the other kids go buy him some toilet paper. he begged me to stay with him alone in the house while the other kids went to the store. i remember i refused because even though i was young, my instincts told me something bad would happen if i stayed in the house alone with him. imagine if i didn't say no, i would probably be raped.
three years later, when i finally moved out to the suburbs, i heard from my old childhood buddies that the man finally got arrested. i don't know what happen after that..
..... in middle school, there was this kid in my class who would always brush his hand(slightly) across my privates or my rear. i was really shy about confronting people about sexual stuff like that. i just said stop and tried to avoid him. he was in my health class so that was kind of hard. i was really relieved when the school year ended and i finally moved.
i don't know if anyone else has been through the same thing.. care to share? this is a place to confide your past without worrying what all your friends will think.




























