When I was twelve years old, my uncle started molesting me. He would sneak into my room, tell me that this was normal because boys did this to each other as a way of showing they are boys. He would lower my jeans, and lower his jeans and push himself inside me. I would clinch my eyes, as I begin to cry. I begged him to stop. He told me if I ever told anyone, they would not believe me because he is an adult and I'm just a boy. He masturbated me, pushed himself inside me. He would lay beside me, his hand all over my body. I cried. I wanted to die. He would wear his house rob and undress himself and show his erection, asking if I wanted to feel it. This went out for four years before I finally had to tell someone. My dad dropped all charges against my uncle because my dad family told him if he allowed my uncle to go to jail, they did not want nothing to do with my dad. I was never allowed to see anyone on my dad side of the family after this happen. They disowned me. They called me every name you could be called. To this very day I still have nightmares about this. I could never figure out what I did to deserve this. I thought my family loved me. I thought my dad loved me to.I will never forget how my family told me that I was a lying S.O.B., and how all I wanted to do was hurt my dad. They said I was a poor excuse of a son, and he should have put me up for adoption years ago. I know since then, I've lived a secluded life. I've had such a hard time making friends. I've always been picked on in school, called names, thrown against the locker, been punched. The physical abuse from my grandparents, my step mother lasted for over 15 years. I have wanted to die so many times. I could never find someone to help me, who understood me. I've been alone since then, and today I'm still alone. I wish so much for my life to be over.