Bearing the double burdens of being an abuse victim and a homosexual, Hari has ample cause for his day-to-day helplessness and despair so touchingly portrayed by the author, that brings me to say that it is imperative we train all our kids to recognize a bad touch, and to open their mouths and tell people if something like this happens. Unbearable as such things are, I have personally seen kids who are loved to pieces and helped by their family recover to lead happy lives. Personally, the molestation I faced in buses and roads affected me very badly, but I could bear the memories better with Vipassana meditation, and hence would recommend that.
Luckily, the writer's jarring logical flaws are replaced by pleasingly adept narration in the subsequent chapters as the writer moves to Mani's abuse at the hands of his sadistic father. The father trusses up Mani and throws him into a well, refusing to take him out till he gets two thousand rupees from his wife. Narrating the incomprehensible violence and inhumanity of abuse is definitely something the writer has done realistically.
If you feel suicidal, do not hesitate to ask for help. Walk in to a social organization, half-way home, or reputed mental hospital. Get yourself admitted if the pain is unbearable, and gently remind yourself it never was and never will be your fault if you start attacking yourself. Begin your day by asking yourself what your thoughts and feelings are. Make a conscious choice to be happy as a reward to yourself. You will by and by develop a resilience and self-esteem that will help make life happier in a way you thought would be possible.