The door bell rang. It was the plumber. I was all alone at home and so I hesitated to let him in. But then I knew how tough it is to get a plumber to visit and fix the pipes, and I wanted to make things easy for my parents, so I opened the door for him. I didn't shut it though, so that I could run away if he tried to kill me or something. He was older than my daddy and seemed to be a nice man but he was still a stranger.
In the meanwhile, my uncle (my dad's sister's husband) came, the door was open, he stepped inside without even knocking. He was a big man (by size of his body, his car and his accomplishments), but I wonder why no one taught him to ask before stepping into someone else's house. I didn't like this uncle for a lot of reasons, but I felt relieved because someone I knew was there to save me if at all the kind looking plumber wanted to kill me. I went into the living room, where he had already made himself comfortable, to offer him a glass of water. I wanted to do that quickly because I had to return to the basin area to keep an eye on the plumber, or he might pick up anything and leave. But my uncle held my hand. He used to come to our house often to collect some papers and always did that to me. I never liked it. No matter how hard I tried, I could not make him loosen his grip. But then, my little brother would try to help me out. He would pull my other hand to pull me away from him, till uncle released my hand. I don't know if he understood how I felt, but I felt safe when he would be there. But he wasn't home that day. Uncle pulled me by my hand towards himself and used force, that I could not counter, to make me sit me over his lap. His hold was very firm. I was too shocked to utter a word. That's my usual reaction to trouble. His one hand was inside my shirt, and other inside my skirt. I was confused and terrified. The plumber called out "It's done". He released me, and I ran away from him. Just when the plumber was leaving, my parents stepped in.
I don't know if my parents saw it but they taught me not to open doors even for people who are relatives, if I am alone at home. That incident has left a big, dark, permanent spot on my mind. I was introduced to the horror of unpleasant sexual experience at a very delicate age. It gave me a whole new view of the World. I don't know if it was the beginning, but I don't like anybody touching me now. Blessed is my boyfriend for not letting it affect his love for me. That uncle still comes to our house sometimes, and thinks I was too young to have remembered it till now. I try to behave normally when he comes home. His daughter is now older than I was at that time. I wonder if he has ever prayed to God for forgiveness.
And I love my brother...
Brothers and sisters are born with connected hearts.
You have to take care not to break the link.
SAVE YOUR LOVED ONES FROM SUCH HORRIFYING EXPERIENCES THAT CAN DAMAGE THEIR HEARTS AND SOULS FOREVER.
STAND AGAINST SEXUAL ABUSE. SPREAD THE MESSAGE.
Awe inspiring post. And also very relatable to today's situation.
ReplyDeleteVery nice story. I like it, but but your setting is very dark background and very light font. My eyes was feeling uneasy while reading this post.
ReplyDeleteVery nice post..! with a delicate message.. Liked the way of writing.. the language is good and the tension is built in proper manner.. keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI am really speechless by your heart touching post...you wrote it with such a frankness that it reminded me of how moving writings can be...and the title "I was only nine" is catchy and apt...keep writing!
ReplyDeletespeak out and u will overcome..
ReplyDeletelove u dear.. god bless u
Awe inspiring post. And also very relatable to today's situation.
ReplyDeletenot only to today's situation.....this has been happening for decades.....just hope it fades away soon
ReplyDeleteThanks KP.....I'll keep writing, and keep spreading the message.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the appreciation....and also for going into the depth of the feeling....
ReplyDeleteTrue....It is tough, but it is worth it....
ReplyDeleteThis post sat in my drafts for a long time....I hesitated to post it.....but I have done it now.....
Once shared, somebody's bitter experience can become a lesson for others...
God Bless us all.
Take Care!
I am really sorry for the discomfort you faced.....and inspite of that, you read it! Thanks. I will try to change the colour combination a bit....
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog.
thats a grim news...gives a shudder...
ReplyDeletethese days more news of the sort comes up frequently...
i m not sure God forgave that uncle or not, but how about you?
i wish that the above written words r not true ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,when i started reading i thought of writing a few words but sorry this time the post left be dumb ,,,,,,,,,,@ns@
ReplyDeleteyes Deep, and it's a shame that this happens so much....and I'm sure we hear about less than half of it, because in most cases, the victim is rendered silent.
ReplyDeleteHe has never shown any regret, neither have I seen it in his eyes....I have asked God to make the decision of forgiveness on my behalf, because He knows if there is any remorse or not
I am sorry @b7786a63fdf69a0e8c3aa53cda721310:disqusbut these words are the truth of many a girls, including myself.
ReplyDeleteI just hope that all those who go through this post, stand against such abuse.....that is my purpose in making public this dark incident
That was really a very personal thing to share but the bond of sibling is true bond.They can feel the pain without the other even actually saying it.
ReplyDeletetrue, Smita.... It is a bond more special than any other bond
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