My parents were confused as to why I hated being with my uncle ever since I was a kid.
And I didn't know either, until I grew up and realized why.
I never felt comfortable being with my uncle, he always showed an affection that seemed off to me.
He was a police chief though, so I told myself that I was just being paranoid.
I stayed silent about how I felt uncomfortable when he held me, when he would do stuff that I didn't like.
He was family, and I believed that my comfort wasn't worth it.
My parents might tell me that I'm just being overacting. Would they, though?
We'll never know.
TW // P3DOPHILIA
When I was 6 years old, I went to his room because I needed to get a blanket.
He was on the bed, using his Ipad, and called for me when I was about to leave.
He gave me a goodbye kiss, but it was on the lips. My heart started racing, I knew it wasn't right.
I did not feel comfortable AT ALL, so I tried pulling away.
But he held me, even pressing the kiss deeper and I could feel his tongue on my lips.
I made one last effort and fortunately, he let me go.
I went back to my room, but was numb enough to not shed any tears nor even show remorse.
My uncle tried to make out with me.
I never forgot about the incident, and it scarred me all my life.
But scars can be hidden, so I played my life like it never happened.
I'm scared of him, and nothing will ever change that.
I know he genuinely cares about me, but I don't want him to.
The last time I decided that I wanted something to do with being alone with my uncle was when he drove me to school during 6th grade.
It was fine, I wasn't paying much attention to him since I was using my phone.
He wanted to break the silence, so he asked me how short my shorts were.
Listen, I was wearing a Type A uniform which meant I wore shorts under my skirt.
Of course I had to answer, I didn't want him to feel hurt.
But I hated that question, I wanted to stay silent.
I want to tell my parents of this, but I know that will never happen.
They wouldn't believe me.
