We Shatter Silence story from Arlington, MA
When I was about 8, I used to go over my great-grandfather and great-uncle’s house after school, they would pick me up and I would do my homework. One day after picking me up, I was sexually assaulted by my great-uncle. I didn’t really understand what was going on. He made me swear I would not tell anyone. I didn’t understand how wrong it was until about three years later. By then, my great-uncle had moved out of the state.