What do you mean by doing something about it? Telling someone or keeping it secret from others, but doing certain things that had you not been abused you wouldn't do? Just asking for some clarification.

My story: I don't recall how old I was when it happened. It happened more than once by different people. I also don't know which happened first. They happened when I was less than 10 years old and one happened by a cliché, by my uncle. I am male. We were visiting my grandmother like we often did mostly during summer vacation. My older brother and I were sharing a room with one of our uncles who was about 10 years older. I was sleeping on a cot, my uncle on a bed and my brother in another bed. I felt someone getting in the cot with me and I knew it was my uncle. I pretended to be asleep. I heard him pulling down his pants. He grabbed my hand and put it on his penis. He tried to pull down my pants, but I refused. He just kept putting my hand on his penis and made me grab it. I eventually got up and went to the bed with my brother. He, being an older brother, got annoyed and asked why I coming in the bed with him. I just said, "uncle pervy sleeps crazy." He didn't ask what I meant and went back to sleep.

I didn't tell anyone and if I told my mom, his older sister, she'd have a huge freak out. I suspect he did the same with other cousins cos there were many of us around the same age who visited our grandma. Some time after that happened we visited again and since they lived in the country, they had a couple of cows that would wander away. Once my grandma told my uncle to go bring back one of the cows that had gone out into the country, far from the house and far from other people. He asked me to come with him. At first I didn't think much of it and agreed because I liked the countryside. On our way there I started to remember what happened and thought that if he wanted to do something no one could stop him because we were so far away from anyone. We kept walking farther and farther away and got to this abandoned hut and he said he'd go there to rest when he was herding the cows. so we were inside that hut. It was all quite, I knew no one would come around for hours, giving him enough time to do with me what he wanted. I started to shake and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Inexplicably these things made me think, "I should let him do it. I am going to pull down my pants and tell him that he can fuck me. That it's ok." I don't know why I was thinking that way, but the longer we stayed there the more I wanted it to happen, but I wasn't saying anything. I kind of wanted him to do something, to bring it up. If he said something that would be what would push me to do it, but he didn't. He didn't say anything nor tried to touch me in anyway. We went back to my grandma's home and he never tried anything with me again.

At 14 I left that country to come to the U.S.A. so didn't really seem him for many years until I returned in my mid-20s and the first thing that came to mind when I saw him was that night when he climbed in my cot. We were visiting my grandma again and he still lived there. He had a big smile on his face and hugged me. I hugged him back.