I’ve never told anyone this. But when I was younger, ages four and five, And still lived with my parents, my uncle used to babysit me while my parents were out. Usually doing drugs. And he would usually be on drugs himself. Sometimes when I was just playing in my room he would come in and tell me he wanted to play a game, called wakey wakey. He would tell me to get into bed, and pretend I was asleep until he came back in to cuddle with me. As the time went on, he would slowly change the rules. Like I had to sleep with no shirt on, or not pants or, or naked. I did what I was told, because at that time I was being abused by my mother and if she thought I’d misbehaved I would get “disciplined”. Anyway, he started coming in, and he’d get into bed, and then he would lay there telling me to be a good girl as he started doing things to me. A few days after the last time he did this, he tried to kill himself on our front lawn, with this tree we had in the front yard. And I saw the whole thing. It didn’t work, and so in all his anger he tried to kill my father and I. The police got there thankfully, but my mother blamed my father for her brother trying to kill us and himself. Im sorry if this doesn’t make sense to some of you. But I’m sixteen now, and I’m in a great relationship with a guy I really care about, but when he tries to hug me, or touch me in anyway I push him away. I don’t want to ruin my relationship, but what do I do?
