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  • It started with a game.
    She was innocent, but she wanted to be older.
    Grow up too fast.
    Be a "big kid".
    After all, they have all the fun, don't they?
    All her cousins were older, and she was always the one tagging along.

    She hung out with an older cousin.
    About seven years older than her.
    Alone, in a room
    A bedroom.
    Just them two, and so he says
    "Let's play a game."

    This sounded intriguing to her seven year-old ears.
    So she responds:
    "Game?"

    "Yes, truth or dare."
    Is his reply.
    They play.
    Several questions in, he says:
    "Crawl on top of me and kiss me."
    He motions to his crotch.

    The girl is horrified.
    "No! That's icky!"
    She says.
    He lies, tells her it is what all the big kids do.
    Her seven year-old brain is confused.
    "Really?"

    "Yes, don't you want to be a big kid? Oh come on."
    She considers. Considers. Considers.
    He taps into her emotions one more time.
    "Fine, I'll get someone else to play then."

    This child does not want to be seen as a coward. A loser. A little kid.
    The rest is a blur.

    The factors:
    A bed
    Asperger's Syndrome
    A teen on his back
    A terrified child climbing on top of him

    The actions:
    Hands, his on her torso
    Kissing, her on his crotch
    Touching, him. Her. Both players find fault.

    The results:
    Molestation.
    Guilt.
    Fear.
    Promiscuity.
    Shame.
    Silence.

    Suddenly this game isn't fun anymore.
    He doesn't do it again, never even threatens her.
    They see each other plenty and act perfectly fine.
    It accumulates in her for seven years, until she tells a guidance counselor.
    Freshman year, fourteen, tender age.
    She lets go of her secret, and by the end of sophomore year has become very confident.
    Junior year she is flying, and that is where the story leaves off

    My story, my (somewhat) happy ending.
    I still struggle every day.
    When society teaches girls not to be abused instead of boys not to abuse,
    I cringe.
    How was I supposed to know what was right and what was not at age seven?
    I was not at fault.

    What I would like to know is
    When men are going to step up and take accountability
    When men are going to say enough is enough
    When men are going to stand up with their raped, molested and assaulted
    Sisters, girlfriends, mothers, and friends

    Guys, most likely a female you are in close accordance with has been abused
    Whether you know it or not
    According to some insane one in three statistic
    I am asking you, begging you, pleading with you
    Stand up and speak out

    Educate each other
    Create a new definition of "manliness"
    Not just who can get laid the most
    But who is the most respectful

    Considering most sexual assaulters are men
    Please stand up for me.
    From every sexually abused woman, child and man on this planet
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