< Translator’s note: The original formatting of the stories has been preserved. The translations aim to remain as close as possible to each author's original wording and expression.

 

I was small and still going to kindergarten when he started getting his hands on me. He's my sister's grandfather, around 60 years old.

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The first time it happened, we were watching television together. He started touching inside my underwear — right there. I started screaming from the pain. And ran to tell my mother. She didn't believe me.

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I used to visit them as a teenager, thinking he'd left me alone. But no — he would come at night when I was sleeping, and he even used to tell me about it.

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After that, I stopped visiting and sleeping over there. And I told my mother about it — I was around 12 or 13 at the time. That was the first time she believed me. When I was a child, no one wanted to believe me. He had told them I'd made it up.

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Anonymous author; story told in 2019 as part of the "16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence" campaign