Looking back, I wonder why I didn't feel violated by what my uncle did to me. Why did I like it? Why did I conflate my uncle's attention with love and pleasure? And why, when I turned 18 and finally realized that what had happened to me was abuse, did I not feel the tell-tale signs of trauma?
Op:Ed: How liking my sexual abuse as a kid sheds light on the importance of sex education for youthJuan Miguel Jocom | The Seattle Collegian
Juan Miguel Jocom