I started growing t*** young. They were small obviously, too small to wear a bra. My next door neighbor is a middle-aged man with a wife and two daughters my age. When I was 8 I was hanging out with his daughter in their basement, he was there too. I sat down at their piano and started playing a song. He came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, and next thing I knew his hands were inside my shirt, feeling me up. I didn’t know what it meant or what to think, so I didn’t say or do anything, just kept playing piano.
I didn’t think about this incident again until I was fourteen. For the past five years, I’ve been thinking about it; what should I have done? I never told anyone. But now I realize, if he was inappropriate toward me, he probably was towards his daughters, right? And in retrospect, there are a lot of signs that he was.
Some examples. His youngest daughter would always be rubbing her crotch through her clothes, a common trend among victims of child molestation and r***. His oldest daughter often dressed in black, and ended up going to an alternative high school. I remember him sitting in his basement with us, showing us pictures of penises from medical textbooks. And when we were 9 or 10, his daughter was over at my house when she said “people think s** is bad but it isn’t.” That sounds like something a molester would tell his victim.

So now what do I do. My options are: 1) confront him. 2) keep it to myself. 3) tell his daughter what happened, and let her know I’m here for her, whether she wants to let it be or get justice. But I can’t just tell her what happened to me, because if he never touched his kids, I’d shatter her view of her dad, which I don’t want.

This situation has been eating at my soul. To be clear, I feel no shame or trauma for what happened to me. I just feel angry that he thinks he got away with it, and I feel guilty for never telling anyone and letting him proceed with hurting his kids.

What should I do? Please comment with what you think.