I wildly thrash at them not caring if I hit someone in my urge to get out of their grips. I realize that I have been inflicted an injury so deeply wounding and traumatizing that it requires more resolution than reading books, self-help groups or undertaking the intellectual analysis. Instead, I lay there, numb, wishing fervently for it to be over.
That my little sister was probably bored and I wanted to chat with Aunty. That was pretty much the way everything else happened that day. I finally said it out loud to a member of my family, another victim: I am going anonymous because it's easier this way. I realize that I have been inflicted an injury so deeply wounding and traumatizing that it requires more resolution than reading books, self-help groups or undertaking the intellectual analysis. If I hear a noise on the corridor at night I am immediately alert. As his fingers casually moved to the nape of my neck and then to my shoulders, I stiffened. My mom had gotten me my first bra a month ago. I had my periods a total of 3 times. The damage is profound, extensive and pervasive. When he finally let himself out for a moment and I heard the bathroom door bang shut, I hurriedly put my clothes back on. Last year, I heard that he was in an accident and I fervently wished he would die. I obliged anyway, surprised that he was giving me a proper scalp treatment at all. I tried to convince myself that this was a bizarre treatment was all. I find that talking about the abuse is the hardest part of healing. He was a regular visitor and friend and when I went on badgering my mother to oil my scalp, he offered to do it for me. He was very cute about not getting me pregnant too. He also joked that even the most prudish folk will be asked to wear nothing but a loin cloth before stepping onto the sacred Ayurveda room even for something as simple as a toothache. He had an entire treatment room in his house, complete with a massage table, steam bath and shelves full of oils and Ayurvedic medicines. As it happened, I was asking my mom if she would oil my hair when he came for a visit. All this time, I desperately told myself that it was an unusual treatment and nothing more. I was ashamed of what happened. I was brutally violated that day at the age of thirteen. He used to make us strip off all our clothes and wear net curtains. But it's impossible to believe that. It has been 12 years since.
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