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Input: So for starters this post is NOT to start any type of debate or any type of arguments within the chat. I’m simply here because I’ve been emotionally and mentally stressed about this situation for a while now and it is now causing issues for me in my day to day life (ex: migraines, nightmares, stress, insomnia). Keep in mind that I’m a first time poster so this may/may not be in the correct format and it may be very long. 

So some background that is relevant to the story. I’m currently a twenty year old female who’s serving in the US military. Keep in mind this happened when I was seven or eight so it’s been a while back. My family and I lived in Alabama for a while before we moved to Georgia and then back to Alabama again. At this time I stayed with my grandmother a lot since my mother and father were both working and having some martial issues and I would always stay the night with my grandma and grandpa, along with my two aunts, uncle, and brothers and sister. 

At the time of this taking place I was around seven or eight years old and my uncle was around sixteen or seventeen years old. I was over at my grandmas house in the summer and we had a big water slide out back to play with and a kiddie swimming pool. I was there with my uncle, my autistic brother, and two cousins. My uncle was charged with watching us and reapplying our sunscreen because we were little kids and couldn’t reach. While we were playing out in the water, my uncle called us over to reapply. He slathered it on my brother and two cousins quickly but took his time applying it to my legs and arms, and finally my chest. I didn’t think anything of it and scampered off when he was finished. When we were told to come back inside my uncle said I could change in his room. So I went to his room and he watched me change out of my swimsuit and into my underwear before asking me for a hug. I didn’t think anything of it hugged him immediately. He then laid me back on his bed and started touching me all over and blowing on my stomach and chest. (I’m not going any further than that just in case some readers here are sensitive to content such as this and so it won’t cause any bad memories for me). After all of this happened I continued changing and he left the room. 

These interactions continued on for six months undetected after it started and he continued to touch me and make me do things to himself as well. He would always tell me not to tell anyone afterwards and if I did that he wouldn’t love me anymore and that he would hit me very hard. After an interaction occurred I didn’t feel very well and I told my mother what had happened and what I had done with my uncle. She screamed at me and sent me to my room for lying about my uncle and I cried the entire night because I was telling the truth. A few years passed and I was 12 years old. The interactions weren’t as frequent now, but they would always begin if he asked if I wanted to go out somewhere alone with him. My grandmother and I were sitting in the living room and watching television when my uncle came in and asked if I wanted to go swimming. For some reason, and still to this day I don’t know why, I started bawling my eyes out and hyperventilating. My grandmother asked what was wrong and I told her what had happened when I went out with my uncle and what he was doing to me. She was absolutely furious, but not at my uncle, at ME. She screamed and yelled at me to go to a room and told me to stop being such a filthy little liar. She called my mother to come pick me up because she couldn’t handle her “little disgrace” of a granddaughter anymore. I was sent to my room that evening with no supper and a harsh spanking from my mother to “stop telling these lies”. 

We eventually moved away from my grandma and I joined the military. My grandma and I reconciled with each other, my uncle married and divorced and married again and now has four beautiful children who I love dearly. 

However, no matter how hard I try, I keep thinking about how unfair it is that this scenario turned out this way. Now that I’m older, I want to go back and talk to my mother and grandmother and tell them that it wasn’t a lie and that I was indeed telling the truth. I know this happened when I was little, and I don’t want to ruin my uncle’s career and his family, but I’ve been talking to a therapist and he says that those situations have held me back as an individual and that I need to find closure if I am to ever find peace. I don’t want to come off as a bad person by wrecking a marriage and a man’s career, but I want him and I to take a lie detector test so that the truth can finally be told to my family and so I can finally get some closure, regardless of what the test results may be. 

AITA? 

wanting my uncle to take a lie detector test for what he did to me as a kid to get closure for myself