Age 5 or 6: Neighborhood kid in the school yard. In front for my twin sister and others. Literally the moment my life changed.
Age 14: Creepy adult actor in community theater. He "knew" my secret, that I was gay.
Age 15: Bodybuilder Dentist who picked up me on Manhattan street (I was a runaway)
Age 15: Man who took me in in NYC
After that I would go with grown men, sometimes from money if I was hungry or out of cigarettes. I never really think of them as abusers, though I know they were even if it was just for "love". I was so fucking hungry for male attention. Christ.
Fast forward 40 years...
IT GETS BETTER!