It was my uncle,started on i was in grade 3 to 2ndyear high school(approximately). He kisses ( agressively) and touches me everytime no one is around(he thinks),i push him away from me but he's too strong,his weight is dragging me down(i felt futile on those times). And my granma whose living with us ,i always believe that she knew what is happening but she didnt do anything instead she's calling me names like "sumayot"(flirt in english).
Its more that ten years,the hatred,disgust AND DESPISE It becomes more deeper but i managed to be kind ,good and respectful to him whenever he visits. No one knows about it i became silent on what was goin on between us,but i see to it that i can protect my siblings from him.YES I CAN SAY I SURVIVED BUT I NEVER GET HEALED. I JUST CHOOSE TO BE GOOD.