My big brother Gerald, 13, came up to me holding an orange beaker.
‘Drink this, Jackie,’ he grinned to me.
I was only 5 or 6 and looked up to my big bro.
I took a big gulp but, as the warm liquid hit my throat, I gagged, spat it out – it was urine.
I burst into tears, retching.
And Gerald laughed as I cried.
‘Let’s play in my room,’ he said.
Thinking he was trying to cheer me up, I followed him.
‘You’re special,’ he told me, shutting the door.
Suddenly, his hands were up my top, down my trousers. What was happening?
I froze in shock as his hands roved over my tiny body.
That first time sticks in my mind.
But, after that, Gerald would regularly…
