Story from: Anonymous | Words: Shona Yang
When I was in preschool, there was a man living with us in a homestay arrangement. One day, my grandma went to the shops and the man told me to lie down. He lay on top of me but just as he was going to take his pants off he sent me away and told me not to tell anyone.
I didn’t know what had happened was bad. I was an obedient child so I wanted to do the right thing and not tell anyone…
I didn’t know that what happened was bad. I was obedient so I wanted to do the right thing. When I was told not to tell anyone… when my mum was really angry, did I do the wrong thing? I thought that conflict was bad. After that incident, we never talked about it again.
I had an assumption that we don’t talk about those things so I never desired more from them. If I had children, I’d want to talk about it with my child but it didn’t really happen.