memories of abuse, my uncle molesting me, when I was 7, 8, 9 and 10 my great uncle used to sit with me and I would look through magazines and I would say that looks nice, or she is pretty or he is cute, etc and he would say dirty s***** things and get me to right on the books all sorts of dirty things, like “f*** her hard” or “s*** my c***” or put b**** and c*** stuff. I did it cuz I didn´t really know it was dirty. I didn´t know a lot of swear words til I was around bill a lot he used to swear a bit in 1976 but was more drunk then not, but by 1977, 1978, 1979, 1980 he was swearing all the time around me calling me a “little c***” etc… what he was doing to me was dirty. terrible, disgusting things he should not have done to a little girl of 6 corrupting my mind and molesting me. it is disgusting really. my sister was always the mouth so that is why I find it hard to believe that he was molesting her as much as me. I think that pedophiles keen on serious abuse chose victims they know who are going to be frightened and silent, easily shamed and embarrassed. the quieter kids. why was I carrying all the guilt then for 34 years?
