I've been unsure about myself, I know something happened, and it took a long time to call it abuse. But that's what it was, he was my uncle. Only 8 years difference, and it started when I was about 8, and lasted on and off till I was 13.
I remember lots of great times with him, and that's why I feel guilty. I enjoyed the times, with him. Where the abuse hit was when he rejected me. We hadnt seen each other for about a year, and when I suggested we do what we'd always done, my hero had said. Only faggots do that.
I've been noticing that I've been really angry lately. I don't know if I owe it to this, or what. But, I am hoping if I talk about these experiences, maybe I will learn something and I can get on with my f-ing life.