My uncle was one of my perpetrators.  It started when I was 12 and my grandmother died.  Kenny, my brother and I was sent to live with him while my father went to work as a Merchant Marine.  One night, in his dirty trailer, he talked me into playing a drinking game.  In this game the loser takes a shot or takes off an article of clothing.  Not being able to hold my liquor and being proud of my young body and appreciative of any kind of attention, I was soon naked. Squatted on the floor in his tightie-whities he sat, watching me.  Just being naked wasn't enough, I needed even more attention. So I stood up, "Look at me".  Naked as a jay-bird.  I remember the smile on his face and his bald head and thick glasses.  The next thing I remember was dancing nude with him to "Stairway to Heaven".  Then we were in the bathtub.  I remember thinking that it was not very considerate of him to make me take the end with the spigot.  He also took photos of my chest with my head cut off.  He ran his finger up the crack of my ass and called it a "diaper wipe", explaining that he and his ex-wife used to do that. One night he came into my room and got on top of me and begged me to let him put it in.  He said that I could imagine he was Axel Rose, my favorite singer at the time.  I wouldn't let him, thank God.