Different Paths

I am not going to go into graphic detail, simply saying it happened. Hope the site will allow this simple statement to let the readers know why I turned out the way I did. When I was 10 years old there was a public pool just down the street. i would walk my 8 year old sister there on sunny days. One day we were walking back, two little girls in out bathing suits. We were pulled into a van and gangr**ed by five teenage boys.
OK, thats it. The meaning behind this confession is to describe how differently we dealt with the incident. My little sister has spent her whole life with psychiatrists, mental hospitals and ongoing mental health issues that do not allow her to live a normal life.
As for me... I went numb. I didn't feel much of anything. I was introduced to sex in such a alternate manner that the thought of a normal sex life was kind of small in comparison. I became sexually active within months. I mean very active. You would be amazed how many boys were willing to have sex with a 10 year old girl. As i got older my behavior got worse. Dads in the neighborhood, a couple of teachers, group sex, it didn't matter. It has continued to this day.