I rarely think about what happened to me as a kid. It seems so far removed like it isn't really a part of my life. Or it's just another memory. My "abuse" was just touching and them wanting to show me their dicks and see mine. I say them because it was two different guys around the same time, but the incidents were separate. There were several times with each guy. It doesn't upset me. I feel like it should, but I just don't care. I feel bad that it doesn't bother me. Like what is wrong with me that being molested doesn't make me angry and hate who did it to me? I've thought that maybe my not caring is just my way of dealing with it. If I don't let myself think of it as a big deal then maybe it's not. Could someone tell me if they know what I am talking about?

Buster