I don't know why this has come back to me today. I remember it periodically, shudder and usually try to push the memory away again.
When I was 16, I used to visit a friend regularly. Her father used to expose himself to me - usually standing behind her, so that she couldn't see what he was doing, but I could. He made unsavoury remarks to me and tried to stroke my hand when no-one was looking.
One night, I came home from a party to discover that he'd put a pornographic magazine under my bedclothes, ready for me to discover. The worst thing was that he had opened it to a particular page. I could hear him moving around in his room and was terrified that he was going to come into my room, but he didn't.
I think I stopped going after that. It may seem ridiculous that I didn't stop going before, but I think I thought I could cope, in the way teenagers do.
That's it. He never touched me, apart from the horrible hand-stroking thing. I think this is why I never told anyone and feel a bit embarrassed about talking about it now. It made me feel frightened and disgusted, but I know that it is nothing compared to what other people go through, so I'm lucky really.
I'm not sure why I'm posting really. I have never really 'processed' it, I think, and thought it might help to hear some wise MN words.