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, we got closer, not in the way I had intended. His hands lingered longer, explored deeper into my body. Finally, his love took me inside his bedroom. The pain was unbearable slowly devoured my soul. I couldn’t tell anyone because I don’t know what to tell.</p><p id="22a4">I was an 8-year-old boy. Sexual abuse has no gender.</p><p id="1e67"><b><i>Check out more by <a href="https://medium.com/@muthuraja90">Muthuraja</a></i></b></p><div id="c1d9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/haunted-61e6518b6fd1"> <div>

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The Abuse

A Victim’s Statement

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My tutor took exceptional care of me. He pampered me with gifts, and there was no reason for me to suspect his unusual kindness.

I will help him with house chores and together watch my favorite shows, chatting and giggling. Days passed, we got closer, not in the way I had intended. His hands lingered longer, explored deeper into my body. Finally, his love took me inside his bedroom. The pain was unbearable slowly devoured my soul. I couldn’t tell anyone because I don’t know what to tell.

I was an 8-year-old boy. Sexual abuse has no gender.

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