I was talking to someone in the field of education this afternoon. She was telling me about a student of hers, and some issues they were having with her. It triggered this memory.
I was maybe seven years old. I was at a neighbor's house, one I didn't play with that often. I remember there were three of us together that day. The other two girls told me there was only one way they would play with me that afternoon-I had to stand up on a chair and pull down my underpants.
I don't remember what we played.
This story coming to mind reminded me of something I've read many times, but never connected with myself before. Someone who is already being abused, or who has been abused in the past, is that much more vulnerable to further abuse.