In Tents (Peg)
A long story short: I molested a 6 year old boy, when I was 11, and I didn’t find out that I wasn’t a pedophile, until middle school. I’m a child molester, that doesn’t change what I’d done, and I’m ashamed of myself for doing it, as I should be. I tried to manipulate him into keeping “Our little secret,” but he asked my brother if it was okay to have sex with me, because they’re friends. He got upset, because he was still starting that whole “Girls are gross” stage, but he didn’t tell mom, and dad I gave his friend the cooties. That ended our relationship, but I was just barely sexual myself. I scared myself, once I found out what I’m capable of. So I avoided boys (Including my brother) all together. …