Why not? I will share...
My personal story goes like this:
It was at my grandma's house. She lived with my two aunts and I would visit them quite frequently. One time, when I was 9, I was there when grandma's sister came to visit with her husband, whom I will call Carl, and her grandson. This kid was about 11 or 12, and I was always happy to see him because we would play while adults talked about boring things with each other.
That one time, this kid, who I will call Joey, decided that we should play outside, as he wanted to play cops and robbers. Cool, I though. He took me to the backyard, out of family's sight, and he told me I needed to play the cop, and he would be the robber. In fact, I was gonna shoot himand capture him. Odd game, I thought, but I went along. I "shot" him as he requested, and he "fell" next to a wall. He started whispering "Come here, I am wounded, can't you see it?"
I sat next to him and he asked me to touch the "wound" and help him heal. I touched his belly, thinking it would be there, but he asked me to "go lower". He kept asking me to do this, and my hand were already under his pants and very close to his genitals... when one of my aunts asked us what we were doing. She looked at me stunned... and although I found the game to be odd, I sensed something very wrong had just happened by the look on her face. After Joey and his family left, grandma and my aunts asked me about what had happened. After I told them, they talked to my mom, and told me to stay away from him if he ever visted again, and that they would make their best to keep me away from him. I felt angry at Joey, and scared, although I didn't know why.
I saw him a couple of months later, as my grandma's sister came to visit my mom, along with Carl and Joey. When I saw them coming, I hid in my room. I guessed it was what I needed to do to stay away from Joey. Curiously enough, after 30 minutes, I hear a knock my door, and it was Joey and my mom. She said to me, "he just wants to say hi to you". She stayed behind him, as he said hi to me as if nothing had happened. Neither of us said much, though, and after a minute or so, they all left, and I have not seen him since.
For many years, I ignored the event. However, I recently started asking questions. Primarily, what did my family do about the situation? Mom recently told me that the day Joey came to my house, he immedately asked to see me. She told him she would let him greet me, but that she would be close, and that if he attempted to do anything to me, she would cut of his genitals with a butcher knife. She said this in front of her aunt and her husband Carl, and they both remained silent. In fact, my mom saw a nervous smile in Carl's face.Nothing else was said that day about what had happened.
I asked my aunts not too long about their take on the incident, and one of them said she always found Carl's relationship with Joey to be odd. She said Carl always hung out with that kid, spending more time with him than normal. It seemed like he always made excuses to go out alone with Joey, and that "Carl is an oddball, so only God knows..."
To finish, I have become more and more sorry for Joey as years go by, because it is now obvious to me he was abused himself and needed help... and none of the adults in my family saw him as a child in need. Someone has taught him this behavior...
Luckily, the incident was cut short by my aunt, and I moved on with my life, but what about him? How much more abuse did he endure, and how much more abuse has he committed since? I guess I will never know.
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