From the young age of four I was repeatedly molested by a member of my extended family. This abuse continued until I was eight years old because I was too young at first to realize that what he was doing was not right. When I did become old enough to know what was happening I would try to fight him off, but to no avail. I feared that telling someone in my family would end up with somebody getting hurt, and I did not want that. The abuse ended for good as soon as I started to avoid him. We would visit their home often, but whenever I was there I would make an effort to leave the room when he would come in. After a few years, my family stopped visiting their home as often because everyone was getting older and family functions were not as jubilant
