Maybe I could share my life story here. I was sexually abused at the age of 7. I was exposed to sex when I was a child. I always saw and heard my brothers having sex with their girlfriends. They always threaten me when I eavesdrop because I was so curious. When I reached 10 years old, I started to molest my older brothers and nephews. Everytime that it happened, they punched me, stripped me. They used brooms, belts, and everything. I deserved it anyway. After I reach 14 years old, my tendecies stopped. I volunteered myself to join two Protestant churches and got baptised. I joined because I wanna fix myself and my gayness. Then I turned 18, I realized what I have done and I am fucking mad to myself why I did those things. What happened to me? Why did I molest my nephews? Why I keep doing that thing eventhough I will get hurt afterwards? What I only remember was that it felt good, it seemed like I was an animal with no morals. I regretted it a lot including the time that I went to church and be baptised. It was suffocating inside, it's like I'm silencing what's natural about me. I kept denying myself back then knowing that it caused me pain. Now, I guess I'm doing good. I just don't know why I kept doing those things that I wouldn't do as an adult because it's just plain wrong. I'm really really sorry to my nephews and I promised that I after graduated, I will help them in life and sponsor them.