A picture of past
I was 4 or 5 when I was introduced to a bad touch . This touch was given by none other than my own grandpa. I was not sure what is it and why he is doing this but I just knew that I hate it. I hate it when he smiles at me and take me into his lappy and gradually his hands go under my frock. I look at him with pain in my eyes and a sign of resistance but he use to ignore it all. I hate this all I hate to be with him.i always try to conceal myself from him .my parents think that the reason for my this behaviour is that I scared of his strictness but in real I was scared of his soul and body. I hate the time when my parents force me to touch his feet down and show respect towards him. I wish I could tell them what I have been going through but I was scared that whatever I will tell them ,are they gonna believe me or not.Also after telling them all this stuff whether they would be happy and treat me the same way.