Infant and Child Sexuality: A Sociological Perspective - Ipce
Infant and Child Sexuality: A Sociological Perspective - Ipce
Infant and Child Sexuality: A Sociological Perspective - Ipce
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that I was so scared by what happened as by what<br />
could happen if anyone found out.<br />
“Gr<strong>and</strong>pa” (my aunt’s father) who was about 85 years<br />
old, piled the three of us on his lap to read us a<br />
story from a children’s book. At age seven, I still<br />
enjoyed having older people read to me. After he<br />
finished reading, he placed the book on the coffee<br />
table <strong>and</strong> just talked with us about what we had<br />
been doing. As he was talking, I felt his aged h<strong>and</strong><br />
reach into my underpants <strong>and</strong> touch me. I was pretty<br />
young so I really didn’t know what to do or say. I<br />
felt like telling what he was doing, but I was too<br />
afraid so I remained completely silent.<br />
The middle to late thirties, <strong>and</strong> the late fifties, are major age<br />
groups from whose ranks so-called molesters come. (Mohr, 1964). In the<br />
following case, the man “probably in his late thirties” is bold <strong>and</strong><br />
persistent in soliciting the child’s cooperation. The child’s fear of<br />
further aggression had she cooperated <strong>and</strong> left the store with the man<br />
seems reasonable in this case.<br />
It was a Saturday morning <strong>and</strong> my parents had<br />
left me in the store to look at toys. I was<br />
around six at the time. The toys that I was<br />
interested in were on the back shelf so I could<br />
not reach them. As I was still attempting to<br />
reach for them a man, probably in his late thirties,<br />
came up to help me. At first I thought he<br />
was a clerk. He gave the toys to me <strong>and</strong> started<br />
to ask me questions. He seemed to be a rather<br />
nice gentleman. After about ten minutes of conversation<br />
he left. Just a few minutes later the<br />
man came up to me again <strong>and</strong> said that he had<br />
been thinking it over <strong>and</strong> he wanted to buy me<br />
the toy that I was looking at. He took my h<strong>and</strong><br />
<strong>and</strong> walked me over to the appropriate counter.<br />
He told me to reach into his pocket for money. I<br />
was shocked when there was no pocket <strong>and</strong> I<br />
touched bare skin. Quickly I took my h<strong>and</strong> away.<br />
The man said I had put my h<strong>and</strong> in the wrong<br />
pocket, <strong>and</strong> that I should try the other one. I<br />
was not going to be fooled again <strong>and</strong> I refused.<br />
Then he offered to buy me the toy plus give me<br />
fifty cents. I really wanted the toy <strong>and</strong> with<br />
the added incentive, it was too tempting an<br />
offer to resist. I found out that the other side<br />
did not have any pockets either. He told me to<br />
reach in further because the money was deep. I<br />
felt something fleshy <strong>and</strong> hard <strong>and</strong> I did not<br />
know what “it” was. I got scared <strong>and</strong> took my<br />
h<strong>and</strong> away.<br />
He then offered me a dollar if I would go out<br />
of the store with him. This was a lot of money<br />
for a little kid. However, I remembered what my<br />
parents had said about leaving the store with<br />
strangers. So I did not leave.<br />
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