when i was a little girl, the next door neighbor boy used to s******* abuse me. this went on for years, and i didn’t really know it was abuse at the time. we were in the same religion, it was a small town, we lived right across the street, my parents didn’t let us play with anyone outside of our strict religion. it was always during hide and go seek, when he would follow me into my hiding spots, or during house when he would choose him to be the dad and me to be the mom and it was always bedtime. i tried telling my mom once, with my sister (who i am almost sure things happened with them too), and he she said if anything ever happens again to tell his mom right away. but it stopped after that because i stood up for myself. then he stared and would stalk and watch everything i did, wrote me letters that i tore up and cried about. i was so disgusted and hated his attention, always chasing me in tag, pulling my hair. it’s strange now all these years later after moving across the entire country (he’s still in the religion and i am not) i want to face him. i demand answers. i demand that he know the effect this had on me. how can i get closure.