“It happened twice. It was the uncle of my best friend from childhood. I remember I didn’t have school yet, and I started school when I was 5. So, I think it was that year when I started. He told me “come on my laps, we’ll do the horse gallop”. We did the horse gallop and then he kissed me. I thought to myself “no!”. I moved away like “what the hell are you doing?”. And so, I went on another couch.
And the second time was at night. I was sleeping with my mother. He woke me up. I tried to shake my mother a little but… she has a super deep sleep… so she didn’t wake up. And happened what happened. It’s unbelievable that during moments like these, when you’re a bit paralyzed, you notice many details. I remember that this day it was clearly full moon and I was like “ah yes, the moon is beautiful”. It’s… how to say it… like trying to get away. And so he… he touched me everywhere. Then he put me back to bed and he went to his room.
The next day I went to see my father and I told him about it. My father wanted to beat him up and all! It was my aunt who told him: “no, we’re going straight to the police station and they’ll do what is needed.” And it was quickly taken care of. They tried to make me see psychologists, but I wasn’t saying anything. I was super wary, and they’re sending me to a stranger so that I can talk to her about what happened. Are you kidding me?
I completely understand children who don’t want to talk right away. Let alone to a psychologist. Even if they tell you that she’s nice… you’re kind of “I’m going to be alone with this person”. Even if it was a woman, it didn’t feel ok. Later on, when I wanted to really see someone, I told myself “it’s time to talk about it”. And that’s it. I preferred to talk about it once I had decided to.”
(Saint-Jean | translated from French)