Was i molested as a kid? or did i just make this up in my head?
When I was about 7-8 years old, my little sister and me went to spend the summer at my grandmother's. At the house, my two older female cousins (14 and 15 years old) were put in charge of us. I remember one cousin being "nice" and the other "mean." (The "mean" one was the 14 y/o - my grandmother's favorite.) It was me w/only girls for company.
I have dim memories of this "mean" cousin pinning me down, and saying I was a "rotten boy" and "dirty boy" repeatedly that summer. I recall being scared/embarrassed when this happened. Once, I remember somebody (the "nice" cousin I think) walking in while I was being held down by the "mean" one and then I REALLY got in trouble, with the grandmother yelling at me and the "mean" cousin telling her what a nasty boy I was. Oddly, I don't recall my mother saying anything when she picked me up to visit my other grandparents (her parents) that day, despite my grandmother yelling at me. (And after that, I never wanted to wear shorts again - to this day, it's long pants only, no matter how hot it is outside! I don't like having my legs exposed. At the time, I was saying things like "bare legs are smelly" as the reason I didn't want to wear shorts anymore, and I DO dimly recall something smelly "down there" about either me or someone else.) I found out recently that my mother NEVER liked having us kids spend time a "Gran's", but "Gran" insisted on it. (She thought "Gran" wasn't treating us well, especially me.)
Here's the kicker. The above-mentioned grandmother died a few years back. Recently, my sister and I were talking about her, and I mentioned the "times I got in trouble." My sister told me that she remembered one incident with the "mean" cousin (my sis was about 6-7 at the time) and that my shorts and undies were off, I was naked from the waist down and I was in that room with my cousin holding me down... but that's all my sister will say. (This "mean" cousin is REALLY nice and friendly to me now, when I see her at family get-togethers. She's a mess herself though, been divorced twice...)
About that time (7-8 years old) I started masturbating though I didn't know that was what it was; I thought I was the only kid in the world who did it. (Maybe that's part of why I've always thought of myself as a weirdo.) I never stopped either - it was like an addiction.
I've always had hang-ups about my body and body functions - and lately, I've had some erection issues. Did those years of "self-abuse" at a young age damage me physically?
Was I molested? *Or* did I provoke this somehow! (After all, who EVER heard of a female molesting a boy child??? That just doesn't happen - right? Also, wouldn't I have some specific memories of being sexually mis-handled?)
All I seem to recall is extreme embarrassment, and fear. So, maybe I'm imagining it all, and I was just a being a little jerk - maybe my cousin was just restraining me after all, trying to stop me from running around butt naked and mooning her or something!