any counselor doing the good work will tell you:
rape, abuse, molestation, &c. is self-defined. they will then fall back on that classically pat standby, "what do you think? how do you feel about it?" and will give you all sorts of great information about patterns in reports of abuse that will help you as an individual to more accurately define your own experience - to come to terms with it, both figuratively and literally.
There have been numerous people reporting, here, from all bends in that baked and dusty road. Most of you, I don't need to tell what a brave thing it is that you do. Some of you will already know, and many of you don't really need to hear it anymore. I say it anyway. Some of you have no idea how brave you are, and that's ok too. Some of you may not really be all that brave, but, thankfully, bravery is not a prerequisite for learning.
How brave must one be to participate in a thread entitled, "have you ever molested someone?"
I am encouraged to see that anyone who posts one of those ridiculous, bragging, "I sucked my sleeping friend's cock" threads gets quicly quashed by this community - but I have to say I have been there.
I have a very ugly story to tell, one full of a great deal of shame, and a modicum of learning - some of it very painful. Quite likely, anyone who had positive thoughts about me may wish to disassociate themselves from me afterwards, and I will not blame them. I haven't been posting much at JUB lately, anyway. But - if it helps even one person to reassess their own experiences, helps ease any one person's pain, or causes any one person confronted with a decision in the future to make a healthy choice - it will be worth it.
First, some very general observations about children:
One - they are, by nature, curious. Some more so than others, some about some stuff and others about different stuff, but all are curious. One of the saddest signs of aging, is, indeed, a loss of curiosity.
Two - children want to grow up. Kids want to do what they see the big kids doing, teenagers want to act like grownups (i.e, drink, smoke, fuck, and drive cars - not necessarily in that order)
Next, an observation about humans - we are animals. Primates, in fact. Closely akin to monkeys. Study up a bit on primate mating behaviours, including male-on-male rape. Then sit down and make a list of the things that differentiate us from our closest genetic cousins. For one, our language is a lot more complex; Chimpanzees dont have different 'words' for molest, abuse, rape. They may display a complex of emotions with a very sophisticated set of gestures and other body language, but I have yet to see them participate in an internet forum (i think).
Someone talked about their psychologist friend investigating why some molesters go on to molest others, and I say they would do well to investigate primate behaviour. The answer seems pretty obvious to me - a lack of verbal communication and hence human psychosocial/psychosexual development. This correlates with the fact that abuse thrives in an environment of secrecy - "don't tell anyone, or else..."
I am the youngest out of five children. I was molested directly by my oldest brother and my youngest big sister. There was a lot of incest on my mother's side of the family; lots of stuff between the cousins in our generation, anyway - who knows where it all started. I was about 6 or 7 when my brother bribed me to suck his dick. I was maybe more curious than I was willing to admit, I was tempted by the bribe, and, well... he was my older brother. I wanted him to love me. I am still made vulnerable by that need to be loved - who isn't? Today, I respect and admire my oldest brother; I am in relatively close contact with ALL of my siblings and we all live in the same town. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I was damaged by my childhood sexual experiences, to define how I was damaged, and to overcome it. I have, no doubt, wounded some people along the way, and I am truly sorry. I will delineate some of that damage in a little bit. First, I want to tell you the worst thing that anyone could possibly know about me.
When I was about 15 or so, and my niece was about 4 or so, she exhibited some curiosity about my penis, and I did not stop her. I even encouraged her. Yes, a part of me knew that I was in the wrong, and I still made that choice. in her mid-to-late teens, she redefined that as me molesting her, and I fully supported that definition. She unzipped my pants and fondled my penis and 'loved' on it and I let her - there was no penetration, and she was happy the whole time. I am telling this now to clear up what I see as some confusion in this thread about not all molestation being forced. My sense of right and wrong wasn't as developed then as it is now, and obviously my niece's curiosity at that age far exceeded her capacity to feel damaged by that act - at that time. Nevertheless, as the seminal adult in that situation, it was my responsibility to stop it - and I didn't - and I will never pay the emotional price that she has paid for it.
Our family's "dirty laundry" was aired - very messily - in a court case about a decade ago. As it happens, this niece began running away from home in her mid-teens, getting into crack and prostitution in Jacksonville. The police kept picking her up and her mother kept going to rescue her, until one day she told the police to go ahead and keep her in juvey for a while - she (my niece) obviously had some problems she ( my sister) wasn't equipped to handle, and would just keep running away from home until she came to terms with some of it. Other things she was dealing with aren't pertinent here, but one thing I will bring up. This same niece was raped repeatedly between the ages of 9-11 by her great uncle (my mom's brother), a man who had visited the same horrors upon his own daughter, threatening to kill them if they ever told anyone. I mean a holding-hands-over-her-mouth-to-keep-anyone-from-hearing-her-screams sort of rape. My sister was having an affair with him at the time her daughter stepped forward with the truth. I told you this was an ugly story. During counselling in juvey, My niece was asked if she had ever been molested. She talked about him, and she talked about me. I remember the call from my sister like it was yesterday. "Did you molest ******?" I answered truthfully. He lied. He was prosecuted. I just saw my niece for the first time in years at an emotional reunion recently (My Granny's health is failing, and we were meeting at the hospital) It went OK. She has become a strong woman in spite of me and him and I am proud of her.
While I was young, I would never have thought of the stuff that happened between me and my older siblings as sexual abuse, never gave a thought to being 'damaged' by it - after all, who wants to identify themselves as a "victim?" Upon mature reflection (and a little counselling) however, I have been able to look at patterns in my life and realise what that very early sexualisation has done to me. Sex may be the ultimate form of intimacy, but it is not a shortcut TO intimacy. For a long time, I measured my closeness with someone by our degree of sexual contact. I have a hyperactive libido (conditioning or genetics?) and this has been a very difficult thing to unlearn. I engaged in a lot of pursuit of sexual contact, and very little pursuit of good solid healthy friendships. In fact, I damaged a few of my closest friendships by being too sexually forward. I have molested sleeping friends. Hell, I have molested sleeping strangers.
About 10 years ago, though, several things broke for me at once. ONE: My niece finally prosecuted my uncle, and got the whole family talking about our history and what kind of people we had been and what kind of people we wanted to be. TWO: I woke up one morning to the sound of my roommate (who I was very in love with) having a jerk in the shower with the semi-straight houseguest I had molested and blown while he was in a stupor the night before. He CHOSE to have sexplay with my roommate, and it sounded a lot more fun than my aggression, however politely recieved. My roommate told me, "He just jumped in the shower with me, and told me what happened. He says I'm more his type." That really, really, hurt. THREE: I was raped. I don't have a whole lot of detail about that I want to discuss, other than to point to the fact that it was a "date rape," during an evening with a couple towards the end of which sex was the obvious culmination. I just didn't expect it to turn angry and violent. THAT sent me to counselling.
Rape counselling was one of the best things that ever could have happened with me. I learned that ending the cycle of abuse in our family starts with ME and the choices I make from here on out. NO MORE SILENCE! I have learned how to be a survivor rather than a victim, and, more importantly, to not be a victimiser myself. I have made some horrible mistakes, some of them I have paid for, and some of them others have paid for, but I will not make them ever again because I know better now, and because the pain of that knowledge sometimes seems more than I can bear.
People want sex with other people for some of the most fucked-up reasons, and sometimes those fucked-up reasons lead them to wanting sex with those who are completely inappropriate - whether it's a minor, your neighbor's husband, or your employee. I think most often one of those fucked-up reasons is, "because he's HOT!!" This is one of the reasons I don't spend much time on JUB anymore. Even beyond the porny banners, the forum itself has a hypersexualised slant, and I am just sooooo working on other stuff right now. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I don't believe I'm going to find my newfound ideal intimacy expressed in terms of a 1024x768 pixel resolution.