Ok, what kinds of sexual encounters from paedophiles do you consider "not very traumatic" for the children?
here's 4 off the top of my head. Loads of kids I grew up with had similar tales.
1. My mate Kev and another kid were playing where they should not have been. They were 'caught' by some bloke who told them they would be in big trouble unless...
Geezer made them show him their willies and had a tug (of his own) while they stood there and IIRC may also have asked Kev to give him a hand.
2. Any number of socially inadequate 'flashers' myself or my mates encountered in Parks, flashing busesd as they drove by etc. We thought they were funny as fuck - at a safe distance.
and two near misses...
3. Me and a mate (aged about 12) went into the bogs in a park. P was having a piss. This fella came out of the cubicle, stood beside P and made out he was just having a slash. Then looks over at P's pee-pee and says
'You've got a big one for a young lad, haven't you?'
'You what?'
'fancy coming in there for a wank?'
We just legged it.
Unfortunately for yer man we were on our way to a Youth Clunb mob-handed - including some 13/14 year olds. Whne he emerged a few minutes later he had to leg it as stones and half-bricks bounced off him.
No-one thought it was a big deal. No-one even suggested reporting the incident.
4. I was at a family Christening in a Pub backroom aged 11. My brother (14) was getting some older kids to sneak him Halves of lager. he had them hidden under his pork-pie hat on the table. I demanded some. he told me to fuck off. I threatened to tell me Ma. he said 'here then you little cunt, but don't blame me if you get caught'. I drank at least one and maybe two.
30 mins later I was up on the stage with the band, singing. My mother, who never took a drink in her life, was mortified, and took me out to the car. After a while I needed a piss and went back into the pub to use the toilet. A few minutes later I came down the steps hand-in-hand with some stranger. When my Mum challenged him with @where are you taking that child?' he replied
'To his mother'
'I'm his mother, now you better fuck off before I fetch his Dad and his Uncles'.
To this day I am so glad of two things. Firstly that she was there to save me and secondly that she had the (sober) presence of mind not to send for the men who were attending the Christening - as they were all drunk and would have ended up in Jail for kicking the cunt half to death.
Again, nobody even considered reporting the incident - especially given the cut of the (almost) victim.
None of these incidents was particularly unusual. None were traumatic (although the last one occasionally gives me the horrors). None were considered worthy of reporting to the Police. We just regarded them as part of growing up/ learning life's lessons.
