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One day we won't constantly be reminded of what happened.

I was ran through before I even became a woman. I cant remember anything from my early childhood besides random snippets of conversations, arguments between my parents, and blurred pictures. I think now I finally understand why. It started when I was around 5 and lasted up until around 10. My grandma was a drug addict back then, and since no one else could watch me after school and on breaks, I was always with her. I loved her, I didnt understand her lifestyle at all and followed her just about anywhere I could. We always went on crazy adventures that, before today, I would look back on with a sort of nostalgic wonder. The memories were strange, almost like a book you would read in elementary school because thats how my brain processed all traumatic memories I think- they were altered into fairytales. One memory in particular, however, had no fairytale elements. A friend of my grandma's she always hung around was tall, I remember never being able to see his face- kind of like those old children's cartoons' portrayal of adults. He always had a stench to him and a slur in his speech. The first day I met him, I was wearing my favorite striped dress and my hair done in pigtails with red ballies. I was happy with myself that day, I got so many compliments, so many stares- but for some reason, only his stares and compliments terrified me. He was touchy, his breath was thick with alcohol and other substances ill never know the name of. He wasnt the only man who did this to me. I came into contact with many men after that, all just a drugged up and drunk as the last. If they harassed me, my grandma wouldn't care- she was probably under the influence of her own stuff. I vaguely remember some phrases- a man teaching me how to kiss with tongue, another man giving praise for using my mouth on him, and I never remembered any of it the next day. The acts I did, however, stuck with me. I would often touch myself and rub my private parts on things in my room, sucking on things that resembled genitalia. I was incredibly hypersexual, I even put my head down at school and "made out" on tables while having my pants pulled down from my hips and hump nothing. It's been affecting me ever sense, I dont know what to do. Every time an older man looks at me a dread thats almost paralyzing. I cant stand being touched anymore now that I remember, which im scared to convey because I've always been super touchy (not in an intimate way) with my friends- I dont know how to tell them. I zone out a lot, but now its more frequent and I'm scared it will get worst. Please, if you have any advice, share it. I cant let this ruin my life and it was so long ago.

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