This is the first phase of second grouped abusers’ fourth account. I was in my adult body, but am mentally and intellectually disabled. I thought like a little child, even when I grew up. My abuser took me to the bathroom and molested me. He locked the door. As I stood there, he unclothed me and removed my white undies to the ground. He was bathing me as an adult, due to my disability, but inwardly I was very childlike.

I was standing naked before him. He held me to the bathtub filled with warm water and washed me. He fondled my hair, placing his hand onto my small breasts and was feeling it for a very long time. He said, “don’t be afraid.”, as his hand was washing my tummy, legs eventually, at the time with my genital, he was feeling it for a very long time again. He added, “don’t be afraid.” I was breathing unevenly, in great anxiety.

Afterwards, he dried my body with the towel, clothed me back, as I was too disabled to do it myself. I was sitting on the ground, feeling traumatized, as he kissed my cheek and smiled at me with a strange countenance. I was avoiding his eye contacts, with tears streaming down my face. He placed his hand onto my heart and touched me saying, “I love your most innocent and beautiful heart.” He was feeling my flat chest for an excruciatingly long time, as I was crying continuously.