Sexual abuseSexual abuse of children

Sexual abuse of children

I never knew what a perfect family was still I managed to be happy on my own. My parents usually were out of the home due to there respective works. I had friends but not the ones who were also with me in my worst times. Papa’s friend used to visit him on daily basis and they used to chit-chat for hours. Papa used to talk to him about my drawings which I draw to pass my time after my school was over. One day my parents had a family function to attend, I was on my period so I told them that I don’t want to go and they accepted that cause I had the worst cramps ever.

I was laying on my bed and I was thinking about my crush who used to study with me, and suddenly. The doorbell rang. I thought it was the milkman so I took the utensil and went to the door but as soon as I opened it, I saw my father’s friend standing there with a bright smile on his face.

I invited him in and served a glass of water. He asked me how I was and how was my study going and I told him everything was good, I told him nobody was home and they have gone to attend the Function if he had any work I would pass it to my father. He smiled and said “Okay Beta”.He asked me if I can show him the drawings I draw, I used to be so excited about showing my drawings to someone so I ran to my room and went to get some of my best drawings.

He came with me to my room I was sitting on a chair I turned and said “I am coming” and started looking at my drawings. He slowly came towards me, he slightly bended towards my back and his hands started running through my body. Being raised in a desi household family nobody taught me good and bad touch And how it mattered so much. It just didn’t seemed right to me, so i imediately sprang up and smiled. He asked, where are you going beta? I didn’t answer anything I was so numb, he got a call and then he said, “Okay so I am going, I will come when your father is home. I took him to the gate with a smile and shut the door. I was so uncomfortable that I went to the washroom, opened the tap and sat there for hours.

I wasn’t sure what was happening or what was wrong with me. Should I share this with my parents or not, will they understand it?

The answer that came to my mind was a straight “NO”.I even didn’t know why I thought that because I grew up alone? I didn’t share many things with anyone? I didn’t trust people?

I just never shared it with anyone. It was 6 in the evening my parents returned from the function and asked me if “I was okay” and if I have eaten the food I said, “yes everything is okay”. I also told my father that my uncle came in their absence and was looking for him. After saying this I went to my room and sat infront of my desk. I thought I’ve given the man a green flag.

That he can harras (Sexual abuse) me whenever he wants to, as I was not going to tell anyone about this incident and how i felt about it. Sometimes I wish my mind had said yes that day and allowed me to share this with my parents so that this wouldn’t  haunt me each day, that I didn’t stand up for myself and neither I gave a chance to anyone to help me, Nobody should repeat the mistake i did. 

We should feel free to share things with  people which we love and trust.  If we mean so much to them, they will support us without a second thought. Every year, millions of girls and boys around the world face sexual abuse and exploitation.

I request all children to stand up for themselves or their loved ones, and to the parents my request is, please have this conversation with your child so that they feel free to share everything with you and as a result, they don’t have to suffer. As we say “CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME”.

Also Read – A Brief on the upcoming digital rupee in India

Image Reference –

By Aakansha Parashar

And just like that she unfolded her wings.

8 thoughts on “The Damage is Done: Sexual Abuse on Child and its Everlasting Effect”
  1. Greetings from Los angeles! I’m bored at work so I decided to check out your blog on my iphone during lunch break. I really like the information you provide here and can’t wait to take a look when I get home. I’m amazed at how quick your blog loaded on my phone .. I’m not even using WIFI, just 3G .. Anyhow, amazing site!

  2. Well written love, sexual abuse is something not talked about much in our society especially in our Indian society. As a boy, it often hurts reading in news about all this. This generation has to be taught better, thank you for writing this, people reading this will definitely learn something and prevent this happening.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *