Well, Alura, I don't think I should get into the gory details, but answering your question in a clinical tone - I was 9 when I was introduced to sex, and it was by a grown man on whom I had a huge crush. That "affair" lasted three months. It ended when we almost got caught. After that I continued growing up seemingly normally and unaffected by it ... until I hit puberty at around age 11. I became obsessed with what happened two years earlier, and I developed an obsessive hatred for the man I once adored enough to allow him to gratify himself with me over and over and over. Anyway, when I was 11 I sexually abused a mentally challenged neighbor (another grown man), developed a penchant for mutilating myself with pins, and at age 15 was finally diagnosed with OCD and hypersexuality. Anyway, that's when I got interested in psychology, so something good came out of it. There isn't a day that goes by when I'm not affected by my childhood. And I'm actually happy for it. I have something in my adult life that gives me an excitement that few "normal" women will ever feel.