this is where the painful realization should have set in all those years ago. so, whenever those activities would end, i'd go to change into my normal clothes. before i did that, i had this sort of mentor figure. i guess. and, during that intermission, i asked him to(and this is the Actual harrowing part), you know, tickle my feet. because. i really liked it. i think the man was at the very least 3-4 times my age, and that painful memory got me really thinking that i most likely could have been groomed into getting sexually assaulted. that didn't happen, obviously, but it very well could have. i asked like, multiple times, too.

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