When I was like 8 I went to my dads side of the family’s house for a sleepover. All my cousins and I slept in the living room with a bunch of mattresses laid on the floor. I couldn’t sleep and neither could my 17 year old male cousin. We were talking and then it went silent... next thing I know he was touching my breasts. I was numb... I didn’t really understand the severity of it then but all I knew is that I was uncomfortable so I took my pillow and slept on the opposite side of the mattress. Every time I see him I think of that malicious look he gave while touching me. I haven’t told anyone but I needed to let it out.