I can only enjoy being with women far older than me.
As a child growing up, we had this Igbo neighbor family who had plenty of female children.
Myself and my cousins at a very early age between 3/4 years were abused by some of the girls in their early teens.
They will call us in and rub their boobs and private parts on us, till I summon the courage to report to my mom who took it further by telling their mom.
Then it was realized that they even had sex with an older cousin of mine who was 11 then and they were 12 and 14 years old.
This happened in the late 80’s ooo, so you can imagine how long this stuff has been in existence.
God deliver and save our children.
I don’t know how to write a long epistle. I never understood what it meant then (although I had the understanding later), but within me, I just knew it was wrong, though I didn’t know why I never tried telling anyone about it.
Maybe because I was threatened or there was no one to really confide in. The point is at age 5, in those days my mum wasn’t always around, she was always out for the hustle due to the fact that there was no one to look up to as a dad.
As for Dad I never knew him, I only know he and my mum weren’t together because of some reasons. Anyway, I used to stay in the neighbor’s house till my mum would get back. One of this neighbor’s son, like three times older, as I could remember, would tell me to secretly come and make sure I rub or suck his dick till he releases.
After the third time, I stopped going to the house whenever he was around. I couldn’t say it out because he told me not to and probably threatened me then and he would also buy biscuits for me after everything.
In the long run, I just had to start running from him. I thought that was the end until an aunt staying with us then, also did the same thing at that age with the same threat, till when she thought I had sense at age 8.
They would think I don’t remember but I remember well.
I had my little experience of sexual abuse when I was growing up. I hope my story will inspire someone. Well, it all started when I was a little boy. I was molested by both male and female. First, it was a female.
She was our family friend. When I was a boy, she would carry me to her room, and start to rub my tiny penis on her vagina.
Well, she thought I wouldn’t know, but she forgot that as a kid, my mind and brain were so sharp to retain things. To date, I didn’t tell anyone about it. If not now that I am telling you.
I wonder why she engaged in such an act with me. She used to be a very beautiful young lady then, she could have gotten any man of her choice. Why little me?
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