This is the first time I'm sharing this. I was a very bubbly child and being the first child of the family, was always adored by all the family members and relatives.At the age of 4 or 5 but I still can't forget that day, I went for my summer holidays to my aunt's (Bua) house. She has a son who was in his early twenties at that time, I was lying on the floor when he came to me and asked me, " Do you want to know a secret(or kind of magic trick)".Being a child I curiously said yes but then he started saying you'll tell this to everyone so I'm not gonna tell this to you, then I asked him again promising that I will never tell this to anyone then he started removing my clothes and raped me. I was not even able to understand what was going on and my parents always being busy, I never got the time or courage to ask anyone. Our families were really close and he always used to come home to take me to his house during vacations and always did the same and this almost continued for 2-3 years.

But I had to know what was going on because deep down I knew that something was wrong, at that time there was a show on national tv who talked about all this, I use to listen to that show really carefully and I don't know by some other incidents going around I got to know that how wrong this is and don't even know what I figured at that time. So, when I was around 7, again summer vacations, so as usual, he came to pick me up on a motorbike, my mother packed my stuff and sent me off with him but this time, I was completely aware of what was it n what's going to happen. On the journey to his home he stopped by a place and as I was getting off the bike I accidently burnt my entire leg with the hot silencer of the bike, but the emotional trauma that I was going through was far more painful than that and being a 7-year-old I didn't cry at alland didn't even tell him. He came back home I met with my aunt and didn't say a word to her then he took me into his room and as he started it again and for the first time, I cried NO, I don't know whether it was the physical pain I was going through or what else that gave me the strength, he suddenly backed off and everyone came in and I started crying and when they asked me the reason, I said," I just want to go home". they asked me many times but I stuck to "I want to go home". So he took me back to my house and there when I saw my mother I cried as loud as I could have and when she asked me the reason I just showed her my burnt leg and they thought that was the reason.It all stopped that day and my life became normal, I'm so thankful for that burn mark.

I am 22 now and still think that it was my fault and shouldn't have asked him to tell me that "secret" and still if anyone touches me it gives me chills down my spine and everything just flashes in front of my eyes. Till day no one in the family knows about it and I have to greet the person with same respect.