When i was young i was always good had respect, trust, love for people.Then

I had alot of problems with being afraid of people/hating people. I wanted attention but i was afraid of it. So i did alot of bad things. The "bad things" started with fighting people or embarassing people. I always wanted friends but i was afraid of they would make fun of me or leave me out. I was always different never used bad language or anything. One year everyone started doing drugs so i did to(i finally fit in). This really messed me up i couldn't quit doing drugs. I did anything to be high. i became depressed and tried suicide because i hated my druggy friend and my druggy life. luckily i didn't die. finally my parents decided that the economy in my old town was bad so me and my family moved. When i moved i felt great socialized with people alot more. I had no more fear and eventually quit doing drugs.And started paying attention in church. I got new friends and forgot about my old friends. But Eventually my new friends changed. Now were not friends. So i started thinking about my people problems. My main question was, why did i hate. I found that i was confused b/c people that i trusted kept leaving me and quit caring about me b/c i was scared. so i asked my self why i scared. then i remembered. i used to have a friend from church, i was 12 he was 14,i really looked up to him. one night we spent the night at someone eles's home b/c we were at a church meeting that was out of our state. so anyways we were watching movies and i went to bed at midnight while he stayed up to watch another movie. That night i kept waking up because he was touching me. i told him to quit and i went back to sleep. i woke up again and he was touching my ass so i pushed him off the bed and he quit. the next morning i woke up and my pants were pulled down. i was scared and embarassed so i never told anyone.

rember i was only 12. i cried about it. and i eventually forgot about it. it is weird to me, now that i remember it. it seems like it never happened but i know it did. so i acted like i didn't know what happened and still was friends with the guy.now i am 16. today is the first day that i thought about it or even remembered it. but that is what made me scared and what made me hate. i haven't seen the guy who did this to me for 3 years. he moved before a year before i moved. i'm glad i moved away from my old town and i am not scared anymore but i am still embarassed. I hang around alot more girls than guys(girls really like me), i hate homosexuals.i'm still a virgin and am waiting till maraige to have sex. I want to talk to someone about what happend to me but i don't want anyone else to know, talking about it scares me. What should i do? Please respond.And rember that if someone screwed up your life you always have God.

I was molested by an older friend when I was around 6 years old. Nothing too serious, just touching. I remember I was a bit embarrassed about it at the time, but I got over it and let it go... actually I've pretty much let go of all the negatives from my past. If you hold onto stuff like that and take the additude that it has 'messed up your life' then that's exactly what it'll do.

There is just no logical reason why being molested back when I was 6 years old should be still bothering me or having any effect on my life today.

Shit happens to good people, that's reality. Sometimes it's tough to get through, but if you don't deal with problems but instead choose to hang onto them forever and ever then you're sort of responsible for the effect those problems have on you.

You give power to the skeletons in your closet when you refuse to let go of the past. Learn how to take a lesson and move on and you'll be fine.

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