I was born in1956 and happened before I started school.I taken from my home and my mother found me in the basement screaming

Through out my life I was taken by them and they did things to me. When I started puberty they took my sperm with a suctioning cup thing over my genitalia that caused rashes. My mom took me to the family’s doctor. He was not sure what the cause was.The thing that took me looked like a big slimy toad and smelled like a dipper pail ammonia like stood on 2 feet I can’t say how many times this happened over years. I got a big sore like pimple that was called a boil on my crotch. My dad had a nervous breakdown and was sent to mental hospital Eloise in Detroit.He was never the same.I taken with a friend we were going to go fishing and the end of nine mile road in lake Saint Clair we just got our lines in when we saw a light we couldn’t tell if it was in,on or above water white and bright is all we could see way out in the lake. In the blink of a eye it was with us. After it was getting light we were down the canal by the side and near the sewer plant discharge. Cold and scared we looked at each other and said now we know what a helicopter looks like. Our bikes were still at the end of the pier as we brought in our lines got on our bikes and went back home. We never talked about it agin for 40 years he came to my home I could tell something was wrong that’s when he said remember that light we saw at nine mile Pier? I said yes that was a helicopter he said do remember seeing a helicopter I paused and said no he said he didn’t either asked did I know how we got so far from our bikes a poles that were our pride and joy i said no same for him we both found we had no words to say. After that talk we never felt the same or talked about it again.we had been friends best friends since kindergarten lost contact with each other for some years a week and a half before he died I felt compelled to talk to him he was not sick but would not take my call his wife called to say he had A heart attack and passed away at funeral his son asked me why I tried so hard to speak with him was there some thing he had told me I said no I felt like I had to hear his voice and connect with him. I think he remembered what happened to us that night or at least part of it. That we been given false memories to cover the aliens tracks.It disturb us so much that he and I couldn’t face each other for fear of remembering more. The aliens are here and they’re real I know because I had to deal with it all my life in many occasions I’ve lost time end up in spots I had no recollection of going so that’s my story at least part I thought I should tell someone. I think they were what you call reptilian‘s green and brown skin like a snake smooth and slippery and smelt like ammonia that’s all I remember.That took place in the mid to late 60s 66or67 maybe 68 he’s has been gone going on two years.I have a scoop mark on my right leg just above knee Something hard in my right wrist moves around.