Harish Iyer

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I was six-and-a-half years old when I was sexually abused by my uncle. It took me around 11 years to break the silence. One day, my friend, the only person who knew about it, told the whole college that I had been having sex with my uncle. Later, when people were teasing me, I stood up and said, ‘You know what, when I was seven years old and my uncle was abusing me, I loved it.’ Then I went into the loo and cried. And I have never looked back after that. I don’t see any reason why I should be ashamed. Those who should be ashamed are the perpetrators of abuse. But there is this constant stigma even today. People ask me, ‘If you were quiet for so many years, were you enjoying it? Are you homosexual because you were raped?’ There is constant victimisation by the society

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