I often find myself thinking about it
Between 5-9ish, I was molested by a babysitter and his girlfriend. They always talked about how this “special attention” was something they only gave to me and to be honest, it did make me feel special.
Initially, it started out pretty aggressive, I was scared and sometimes in pain. But over time, I began to feel like I enjoyed it, to the point where I’d often initiate and be disappointed if I wasn’t being touched/used when I’d see them. This would be such a regular occurrence, that sex and my desire for it became engrained far too early, but strangely I’m not all that resentful about it, which makes me feel a ton of shame.
Today, I [31M) find myself thinking about it a lot, usually in moments of hyper-sexuality, and it makes me feel pretty gross and shameful.