When I was six years old I lived in a big building full of small flats for homeless families. There was a play park there, and when I was six I went down to the bottom of it where there was this tyre swing, all the older kids went down there and younger kids usually stayed away.
I went down there with my younger sister. I don’t remember a whole lot but this is what I do remember: There was just one boy and me and my younger sister, then 3. He was about 11/12. I asked to go on the tyre swing and he told me I had to pull my underwear down and show myself to him first. I didn’t want to but I think he started to get annoyed with me so I did it. I’m not sure why but I went on the roundabout with my sister instead. While we were on it he asked my sister to do it too. I said no I will do it instead because I knew it was wrong and I was scared and protecting my sister.
The next thing I remember is him getting his penis out and me running back to the flat with my little sister crying.
It’s something I felt horrible about for a long time when I was younger. I felt guilty and ashamed and dirty and I went through a stage of thinking I wanted it sexually and feeling vile.
When I brought it up to my mum in adulthood (I’m mid-twenties) she said it wasn’t a big deal, he was only 11/12.
I know realistically it’s probably not a big deal and it’s nowhere anywhere near as horrific as what happens in sexual abuse cases and I know it’s not child abuse.
But I don’t know whether it is anything that is valid for me to feel horrible about, or whether I’m overreacting - he didn’t touch me at all.