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I am Jane Doe. He was my biological uncle. I was 7, he was 21. I can still remember how his hands creeps up my chest and legs when it happens. Almost every time I was left alone with him, until he move away. I don't understand it then, I only realises it when I'm older. I am 30 now, he's 44. We still see each other at family events. I still remember everything vividly, without ever having the courage to tell a single soul.