Before anyone gets anymore interested in this i want to mention i went back but because I had to. I was physically abused when I was younger and was made to believe that "playing" in that way was ok. This started when I was about 8 and continued on until I was 10. Well I was staying at a relatives house and stuff happened. I'm sorry this is hard for me to talk about because I feel dirty even thinking about it. Well the people I had done things with told and I got in serious trouble. I was immediately sent to juvenile hall to await trial. When I went to trial my family was approached by some people and then I was taken into another room where the defenses lawyer or someone had a paper saying all I had confessed to and wanted me to sign it. I did all the while being yelled at about how big of a pervert i was and how registering as a sex offender was to good for me. She also made sure I had confessed to certain things before I signed it. She yelled at me telling me that I did do this and that and near the end I was so scared I just signed it. I told my parents as soon as I saw them again. Well it was a small town, the graduating classes rarely excess 45 people per graduation, and soon everyone knew. I immediately lost friends I had since kindergarten and I was called a child molester and I was routinely beaten and mentally abused. I first tried to kill myself when I was 11 and this continued until I graduated. A year before graduation I joined the Army with my parents permission and I left to boot camp 2 days after graduation. I only returned for family but the short time I had away gave me the chance I needed to find myself. Later on it was revealed that the relatives I had the incident with had been raped anally. I was 10 and didn't know what the hell that was and they found out another much older relative was molesting them. I met my wife through a military friend and even though after 7 years we divorced, it was nice to be loved for once and not be judged. Things got bad again when my military friends found out. I was shunned and despite my great skill at what I did, I was always looked down on. I am 31 now and had to register until I was 29 because of a clerical error and misunderstanding on my part. The whole ordeal almost drove me crazy. Please do not call me terrible things I am not a bad person. I am thinking about running away again. I did eventually talk to some of the people who treated me so badly. The few I spoke to apologized for their behavior and felt they should have talked to me about it before passing judgment. Thanks for reading this, it feels good to get it all off my chest.