When I was 7 to 12 years old I was molested. I felt so alone, I didn’t tell anybody, I wanted to die. As I got older I tried to let go and be happy and I am happy is just that when it comes to intimacy I feel disgusted and I can’t look at him. I’ve decided not to get intimate with a man until I’m in love, I’m sure it’ll be wonderful and not abominable.