Before I begin, I would like to let you know that I have been in therapy for many years and will continually be a work in progress throughout my life.

When I was six years old, my neighbor sexually assaulted me a few times.

One time he took me down into the basement and brought me into the wine cellar, which was in the way back of the basement. I got really scared and then I heard my mom yelling my name, so I ran as fast as I could. He didn't run after me.

Lately I've been having this haunting thought… I think about JonBenét Ramsey (for those who don't know, she was a little six-year-old girl who was found murdered and sexually assaulted in her parents wine cellar) and I wonder what the hell was he was planning for me in that wine cellar. This thought haunts me. I don't know why I think about this. I try to reframe this thought by reminding myself that I am OK and I got away that day.

I know this is fucked up and weird. I just had to get it off my chest.