And No One Stopped Them | Part 14
Childhood Sexual Abuse in Unexpected Ways and a Startling Revelation
No one talks about this kind of sexual abuse. Or certain “other things” back when I was 12…
I was 12 years old and it sucked. All the books and the health teacher talked about how it was such a difficult time and our bodies were changing. Blah blah blah. All that crap is the least of my worries. If only all I had on my mind was growing tits and a bit of hair in weird places, and wondering what periods would be like, life would be pretty easy.
But I was taller than most of the girls at school. Tall and skinny. My dad said if I drank tomato juice and turned sideways, I’d look like a thermometer. To top it off, my body wasn’t changing like everyone else’s. And it sure didn’t escape the boys’ notice.
“You’re a carpenter’s dream! Flat as a board and never been nailed.” Or “You’re a pirate’s dream. A sunken chest!”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard ’em all. Drop dead, you losers. You probably have tiny little dicks in your underwear but that defect isn’t so obvious and believe me, if it WAS, I’m sure you’d keep your pissy little mouths shut. Stupid little pukes.
