My name is Christian. It was supposed be to be Chrystian. Yes, with a Y. My mother took it upon herself to name me something off the usual. My father fought for my name and nothing else. I was molested in the most unusual way. It felt like my body was replaced by the women that took care of me growing up. I was not molested. I was touched by something other than the usual cases that are open in the govermental’s folder dusted with years of uncarefullness to those actually molested boys. Why don’t girls ever admit they were molested? Were they raped and not molested? Do they know the differences. More coming soon…