This week we're proud, humbled and more than a little astonished to present the bravery of one Miss Pam Philth in the form of Chapter A from her forthcoming book, a partially fictionalised autobiographical novella with pictures. She was only seven for Christ's sake.

I think I'll probably always remember the first time my uncle's friend abused the shit out of me. I was seven years old and he had promised to take me for a quick pint on the way to the dog track. We were walking across the road to the pub and all of a sudden he grabbed me and dragged me back onto the pavement. I started screaming and screaming of course, ran all the way home and told my mum. She phoned the police straight away and he wasn't allowed to come near me after that. It sickens me to this day that even now he can't admit what he did, he just keeps saying he saved me from being hit by a car or something.

He Did It To Me When I Was Seven is being released by Accessible Abuse Publications later this millennium.