One time when I was like 6 or 7, I was playing with my dolls and some random boxes, and my dad was angry for some reason, all I remembered was my dad getting on both of his knees and telling me to play with his d*** while un doing his belt in an aggressive manner. I think about it a lot nowadays. I’m 14 now and I never told anyone about it only because I feel ashamed and embarrassed to tell people. I also don’t say anything because my dad is a really caring person and I don’t want people to think of him as a weirdo. But it’s hard to keep to myself ab this sometimes, I remember everything he said even the same pants he was wearing that day. Sometimes I cry about it because of how uncomfortable and disgusting it makes me feel. I sometimes think about it everyday now.