So before I start posting stuff about how my life is now etc. I'll start with what happened to me when I was younger.
I had a fairly normal childhood, as normal as a persons childhood can be whilst living in a small village. I had everything I wanted, being the first born daughter/grandchild/niece/godchild in my generation of my family helped in that sense. The most important thing about living in a village is the friendship and trust within all the neighbours. I live in a council house, and have lived in this very house for the most of my life. There are ten houses altogether in 'The Glebe' and my mum's best friend lived on the other side of 'The Glebe' for 8/9 years, and then they were able to move into the house next to ours. By the time they had moved I was about 9/10. Our families were so close, we'd have barbeques, walk in and out of eachothers houses all the time, it seemed normal. Mum's friend used to go to work on the weekends whilst her husband stayed at home and looked after the kids. So one day when she was out I ventured over to say hi to him, we were all good friends, I didn't see a problem with it. Their kids were outside playing with some of the other children, and he was sat watching t.v. and so I stood in the doorway talking to him. He'd always make crude comments at the BBQ's etc. so I wasn't surprised when on that day he said to me, "Give us a flash", I ignored him and carried on watching the t.v. He persisted, I continued to ignore.
One thing you need to remember whilst reading the next set of events, is that fact that I was only ten years old, and still a child.
"I'll give you a fiver" he said. Now at the age of ten, five pounds was more like fifty, so I did what he asked, and got the money. I kept it to myself.
Though over the next few weeks things slowly started to get worse. There was some more 'flashing', which progressed to him showing me porn magazines, and making me sit on his lap whilst we were watching t.v, sometimes he'd touch me if he wanted to, over my clothes. I didn't think anything of it, each time he gave me five pounds and I left.
The worst incident is the one that sticks clearest in my mind, I went to the house, again his wife and kids were out, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs, we did.
I jumped on the bed, and was lying on my tummy, I began to flick through a porn magazine. He removed my lower half of clothing, and touched me. He asked me questions like: "Do you touch yourself?" and I just answered "No" to them all. He'd put something on me, some sort of cream, "so that I wouldn't get sore". He asked me if I wanted to see his penis, and I said no, but he showed me anyway, and then said "Do you want to touch it".
All I remember is feeling terrified, and wanting to leave, so I made an excuse and left. I didn't go back after that.
That was all when I was 10, I am now 17