Dharini – Was: a victim City: Neighbourhood tuition/Bangalore

 
 

Was: a victim

IMG_4529City: Neighbourhood tuition/Bangalore

Victim was wearing school uniform

Reaction : Moved away silently

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a neighbour, of age less than 20
Experience:
I was 5, barely 6 and it was during the summer vacations before I joined primary school. Hindi was the first language chosen, and my parents wanted me to get a headstart. So they enrolled me in a Hindi class with the Marwadi aunty who lived next door. She had a teenaged son, 17 or 18 years of age, I don’t really remember.

One day, she left with in the home alone with her son and went grocery shopping. The boy took advantage of this situation, undressed in front of me and coaxed me to touch his penis. Scared and helpless, I ran away from there, got home and never went back again.

I am pretty sure I never told my mother everything that happened, the details are too vague to me right now. But what I clearly remember is that, at 5 – I knew it was wrong. I just didn’t know I wasn’t to blame. As a kid I suppose every child would feel the same way. As parents or future parents, while we must drive the change to educate children on what is a ‘good touch’ and what is a ‘bad touch’, we must also ensure that we

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tell them that they can come and talk to us and know that they will be heard and supported.

This is only one of the numerous instances where I was violated – by words, be perverted looks and by roving hands. As I grew older, I fought with pocket knives, safety pins and my bare hands. Yet I always remember this incident where as a child I was helpless and confused, and I hope it doesn’t happen to any kid again.

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