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March 22, 2007
when i was about eight or ten years old, my father touched me between my thighs. he cried in front of my bedroom door when he got drunk. he left the downstairs bathroom door open when he peed and i was alone with him. in my teens, he french kissed me. my sister, ten years older than me, knew the score. she taught me about sex.. because she was so open with me when i was a child, because i knew about sex from a very early age, i knew what my father was up to and i said no.