Well, it's a funny thing but my grandfather never threatened me to keep quiet, it was as if what he was doing was completely normal. I had no idea that it wasn't what
all grandfathers did with their grandchildren. The one thing I can't get my head around though is that he was doing it to my cousin too and when he told my Auntie that 'Grandad was touching him' I was asked if he'd done the same to me. I said No! I have no idea why! I still ponder over that today.
Anyway, it stopped after that and when I asked him later why he did it he said, "Because you liked it".
He died when I was eleven and I was devastated; I adored my grandad and thought he was the bees knees. It was only when I was fifteen years old that it suddenly dawned on me, randomly one day on the bus from school, that he had been a paedophile. The mind of a child is such an innocent thing.
Anyway, to this day I can't bear to be kissed. He used to kiss me with his tongue and now that makes me feel physically sick. Even 'normal' kissing is hard for me, I hate the close contact. I also hate being touched 'down below' - it makes my sex life pretty difficult to be honest but I have a wonderful understanding husband who never pushes me.
If I could go the rest of my life without having sex I would be a very happy lady; that's sad because it's because of a selfish man with a sick mind and no self control that I'm like that.
For a long time I was frightened that I would turn into an abuser myself. When I had my son I was scared to touch his privates (nappy changes for example) because I thought it was abusing him. I'm still a bit funny about how I touch him today but I'm getting better because I know I have no sexual intentions towards him, I'm just a mummy doing what a mummy has to do lol!
Wow, I'm sorry I just went off on one there! It's a subject close to my heart and I guess it's all just under the surface really. I can get very angry about it.