Being Violated by Someone you Trust

When I was twelve years old my uncle molested me. It was right after my parents died. At the time I was living with my grandmother who tried her best to take my mind off losing my parents. Little did she know her son, my uncle was stealing my innocence. The incidents confused me deeply. I couldn't understand why someone who shared the same blood as me wanted to touch me in such a dirty way. Yet the real effects came as I grew older. I'm less affectionate with my children when it come to touching. I'm very careful of the places I touch when I hold them because I never want them to feel as uncomfortable as I did. http://www.realigion101.com/speak.html