Uncle Kenny
Can't believe I'm about to put this out here... but I don't care I need to get it off my plate, so here goes...
I had a thing going on with my uncle for almost 3 years. It started when I was 11 and continued until I was about 13. He was almost 40.
My folks never paid much attention to me and he was my babysitter, they went out a lot so me and him spent a lot of time together.
I was in love with him, or maybe not "in love" because I was only 11, didn't know what that was, I don't know what the word is.. infatuated, obsessed, amazed... he was everything to me. He taught me things, he was kind and gentle and went slow with me, never impatient with me, never got mad, never yelled, never hit, he never hurt me, he didn't drink, he never made my mom cry, he was the my world. Of course he was 15+ years older than me so he was also experience, smart and extremely manipulative.
Back then he was my hero and I willingly and happily let him do anything to me that he wanted and I did anything he asked me too.
When I think about it now, well... he tricked me, he lied to me, he molested me and he raped me. I feel so torn and so goddamn guilty with so many mixed up emotions about it.
One day I was waiting for him to come over, he never showed up. My mother told me that he left, moved out of town, we'd probably never hear from him or see him again. My whole world crashed down around me, I went upstairs and cried my eyes out for hours, for days I was depressed, I couldn't figure out what I did to drive him away. For weeks I went over it in my head, was it something I did or didn't do? Something I said? The way I look? What the hell was it? Why did he leave me?
I drank a lot after that, my mother found bottles of booze in my room, I was 13 years old and she never even asked why.
Why am I still so screwed up by this... I'm older now, I know why he did what he did, I know he just manipulated a little kid into getting what he wanted, but if I know these things then why is my heart still breaking?
Jay
I had a thing going on with my uncle for almost 3 years. It started when I was 11 and continued until I was about 13. He was almost 40.
My folks never paid much attention to me and he was my babysitter, they went out a lot so me and him spent a lot of time together.
I was in love with him, or maybe not "in love" because I was only 11, didn't know what that was, I don't know what the word is.. infatuated, obsessed, amazed... he was everything to me. He taught me things, he was kind and gentle and went slow with me, never impatient with me, never got mad, never yelled, never hit, he never hurt me, he didn't drink, he never made my mom cry, he was the my world. Of course he was 15+ years older than me so he was also experience, smart and extremely manipulative.
Back then he was my hero and I willingly and happily let him do anything to me that he wanted and I did anything he asked me too.
When I think about it now, well... he tricked me, he lied to me, he molested me and he raped me. I feel so torn and so goddamn guilty with so many mixed up emotions about it.
One day I was waiting for him to come over, he never showed up. My mother told me that he left, moved out of town, we'd probably never hear from him or see him again. My whole world crashed down around me, I went upstairs and cried my eyes out for hours, for days I was depressed, I couldn't figure out what I did to drive him away. For weeks I went over it in my head, was it something I did or didn't do? Something I said? The way I look? What the hell was it? Why did he leave me?
I drank a lot after that, my mother found bottles of booze in my room, I was 13 years old and she never even asked why.
Why am I still so screwed up by this... I'm older now, I know why he did what he did, I know he just manipulated a little kid into getting what he wanted, but if I know these things then why is my heart still breaking?
Jay
