28/11/2025
THE QUIET KID
I was 4, learning & playing with a b c & 1 2 3.
She was about 10 & lived with her family in our neighboring quarter.
She used to come to our house to play with me. My mother never doubted her intentions.
Sometimes, she took me to her house.
One day at her house, she removed my clothes & made me lay down on the floor.
After that she removed her clothes too & sat on me.
I had no idea what she was trying to do.
I still remember there was a pink opening in her body which she was rubbing against my body parts.
I thought this could be a game but I couldnтАЩt figure out why she closed doors while playing.
She kept doing it for about a year whenever she got a chance until her father was transferred.
All I can sense there was something wrong in the game which she wanted to hide from others.
As years passed, I began to understand the world a bit better.
I heard about r**e through news & from whatever little knowledge I had, I began to think that I was r**ed.
I couldnтАЩt socialize much as a sense of shame took over me.
This was my belief till I turned 21 until being exposed to the internet.
It was an adult website full of videos of human privacy, which taught me the difference between a r**e & a sexual abuse, that happened actually in my case.
There was no feeling of participation at the age of 4 from my end. So, no er****on or pe*******on was possible.
In fact, I noticed my first er****on at 19 & thought that there was something wrong with my body, without having an iota of idea, regarding the other uses of the part other than passing urine.
I came to know the names of male & female ge****ls for the first time through an erotic article.
Throughout my school life, I was considered as one of the sincere students if not the most.
Yet I remained unaware of the body changes, its basic needs, & exploitation.
Nothing to say . . . A lot to write . . .