I feel stupid about this and that I'm making it seem bigger and worse than it actually is.
When I was 8 and 9 my friend would touch me. We're both the same age and both girls. She was the closest person at that time to me and I had no other friends. It started when she took my laptop while she was over one day and put on porn. I can still remember what it was exactly. I told her I didn't want to watch it but she said we could do whatever I wanted afterwards. Halfway through she started to touch me down there and each time we went to each other's houses she would touch and kiss me. She would always let me do whatever activity I chose after we were done and said she would not be my friend anymore and badmouth me if I didn't let her touch me. I was ashamed of what was happening and didn't want anyone to find out about what we did, and it felt really wrong to me. Sometimes she would make me touch her and lick her and I always felt dirty after. She also told me to bring bras to her to re enact porn. During school she would totally ignore me and wouldn't partner up with me for anything, even though she told me we were bestfriends. I don't exactly remember when it stopped, but it seemed like one day we weren't friends at all anymore. I always hated her after that and she told me she was only friends with me so she could get closer to another girl in our class.
I feel like I don't remember things properly and I was the one who always started things, and sometimes it seems like this never happened or that it did happen but to a different person and not me. After the first time whenever I thought of it I associated it with bad and "naughty" things I had done and I felt dirty.
In August I started thinking about it and couldn't get it out of my head for a few weeks. I don't know why I suddenly remembered it. I've heard of how people get triggers, and I think that might've happened to me. My brother had recently gotten new bed sheets and they were hanging on the clothesline outside to dry. You know how some people have distinct smells? The sheets smelled exactly like her and I think that started it.
I've told some strangers about what happened to get an objective opinion of what happened and to tell someone with a sense if anonymity. They always tell me it's not my fault, but I still think it is. I have told them that it's not very serious and it wasn't a bad thing but they tell me the opposite. I've cried each time I've been told this. I still think that it's just something very silly that I'm making a big deal out of, and it still feels like I never went through that experience, but that I still witnessed it.
Am I downplaying it and was it bad what happened?