When I was 5 to 7 I was sexually abused by my uncle. The only thing I remember was him making me hold his penis and suck/kiss on it. I never ever said anything to anybody. He never threatened me, he never told me not to say anything...I just never did and never have.

With the light of the #saveourchildren movement and sex trafficking/pedophile problem coming to light, it's made me want to tell my family.

The sad part is, that they dont speak to me...and they tell everyone all I do is lie...and I know I wouldn't be believed anyway. We had a falling out earlier this year due to me making huge decision to move 4 hours away with my children to have a better life.

I definitely have problems. Like abandonment issues.

Like had my parents never left to go on benders, this may have never happened to me.

I have crippling anxiety and depression most days...but have managed without medication.

My poor kids say I'm overprotective.. but I dont want what happened to me to happen to them.

They are 16, 14 and 5. I look at my 5 year old and wonder how anyone could ever make a sweet innocent baby do that.

I remember small details that I wonder if my parents would.

Like when they asked my uncle where I was, and he would tell them under the blanket sleeping. When in reality I was there holding his penis hoping they would find me and save me from doing it. They never did. They never suspected. Maybe that's partially my fault for never speaking up.

I think for so long I suppressed it. Is it weird though that I don't want to ruin his life or create more turmoil in my family?

I wonder if it would even heal me.