#Please help me ⚠️ potential SA

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steel ingot
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Okay so when i was 13 i has to sleep with the son of my step-mother because his room was being painted but one night he asked to do sexual things and i wasn’t prepared and i was kinda pushed to do it but i don’t know if could be considered as SA cause he was younger than me (11) but still
Could you guys help me to understand this please

frosty pier
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Age doesn't matter. Even if he was younger than you, he still forced you into doing something sexual that you didn't want to do. That's still SA.

steel ingot
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Okay ty i needed to know

frosty pier
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Np

twilit mirage
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Exactly what everyone else said. I was also SAed by someone younger than me and was scared to speak out. It doesn't matter how old or young, anyone can SA you because SA is forcing someone into any sort of sexual unconsented activity or language.

umbral meadow
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awh this happed to me when i was 11

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it hurts to know that people do this

slender root
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It dosnt matter if its a friend, family member, or anyone besides a doctor, if you get touched in your gender identification area and something get put into it (a boys long thingy) its not safe if you did not consent or if your a child you should not be touched there under any reasons ATALL!!! If you do tell a trusted adult! (Hope it helps and yes if he put his uh long thingy in your thing then yes is SA)

twilit mirage
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I'd like to add that SA also doesn't have to include penetration
SA can be unconsented touching or sexual activity besides penetration is the point
Always tell someone because not getting support is heck on earth, ask me how I know 💀

steel ingot
twilit mirage
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Yes

steel ingot
plush dune
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VENT: "I Don't Even Know How to Feel Anymore"

I was 7 the first time something happened. I didn’t even understand what it was. All I knew was that a family member—someone I was supposed to trust—was touching me in ways that made my stomach feel like it was full of rocks. I froze. I remember staring at the TV, pretending like I couldn’t feel it, like if I just went still enough, maybe it would stop. It didn’t.

I was 9 when I started to realize it wasn’t normal. I remember sitting in school, hearing people talk about “bad touches” and feeling this quiet panic crawl up my spine. Like they were describing something I already knew too well, something I hadn’t even had the words for. I wanted to disappear.

By 11, I had started keeping secrets like they were part of my DNA. I smiled when I was supposed to. I played the part. Nobody knew. Nobody could know. Because how do you say, “Hey, someone in my own family tried to ruin me,” without everything falling apart?

Now I'm older—too old to still feel stuck in that moment—but I do. I feel like my body’s still 7 sometimes. Still frozen. Still hoping it’ll stop. I feel like I’m watching my life happen through a window. I go numb. I fake being okay so well that even I forget I’m not.

And the worst part? Sometimes I still doubt myself. I wonder if I made it up, even though I know I didn’t. The memories don’t just haunt me—they shape me. Every relationship. Every moment someone gets too close. Every time I flinch for no reason.

I’m tired of carrying it quietly. I’m tired of feeling like I have to protect them—like I’ll be the one who ruins the family if I speak up. They ruined something. Not me.

I don't want sympathy. I just want to feel real again. I want to believe that I’m not broken beyond repair. That something good can still come out of this mess.