So when I was really young, I was being molested. I knew what was happening to me was wrong but I didn& #39;t have the vocabulary for it so I& #39;d always lie and say my vagina hurts when it didn& #39;t. My mother always took me to doctors until one said maybe it& #39;s a cry for help.

Maybe I was being molested. The hard questions came and I remember being at the doctor& #39;s office and him asking me, my mother had given him a list of names of men in my life and the doctor said all of them but the one responsible. We only saw him on the weekends.

He was family and very quiet so made sense for my mother not to think him a part of my life. But I was always left in his family& #39;s care and he was seen as the man we loved playing with but he was molesting us. Anyway, I& #39;d just moved from living with my dad.

He was always traveling with work so I was left in his cousin& #39;s care, a man called Xolani who did a marvelous job of taking care of me. I& #39;ll share the blog post I wrote about him at the end of this post. He was also a mentioned suspect and I guess it made sense.

That was the last day I ever said my vagina was sore cos I didn& #39;t want to get him into trouble when he& #39;d done nothing wrong. Anyway, point of this thread which I hoped would be one tweet was that kids sometimes will try find different ways of telling you what& #39;s up.