This is probably going to be messily formatted because I just need to vent. My uncle with downs syndrome tried to kiss me when I was 14.
That day, my grandma was visiting and, since she’s his primary caretaker, he was there too. While her and my mom were talking, my uncle went into my room where I was. I don’t remember how we got on the topic of dating but it got to the point where he said that he liked me and always has and that I’m so pretty.. and then he tried to kiss me. I just kept turning my head away and telling him to stop but, as I was leaning away from him, he tried getting on top of me on my bed and kept trying to kiss me.
Thank fucking god he never actually kissed me because I kept turning my head to the side until I shoved him off. After I shoved him, my grandma called for him and he left my room.
Not long after that they left. I tried telling my mom about it and, while she believed me, she brushed it off as him “not knowing what he’s doing.” Right after she said that I went back to my room and just sat there thinking like.. oh so I’m just gonna avoid this fucking guy for the rest of my life. Because if I don’t no one will help.
I have been around him a few times since and he hasn’t acted like that ever again.. and yet I fucking hate being around him, he’s so misogynistic and gross and even years later all I ever want to do is get away from him.
While I’ve told my best friend about what my uncle did.. I’m still too ashamed to admit this next bit. I can’t stand being around anyone with downs because I’m just reminded of my uncle and I feel so disgusting for it but I just can’t..
I was in best buddies in highschool and I tried my best to help some of the kids with downs but I just did my best to leave them with the other volunteers because I knew I couldn’t bring myself to care about them. I want to get over this but I don’t think I ever will.. just that initial curl of disgust and discomfort.. I feel so horrible