My suffering is real. What happened to me was real and awful and not okay.
I've told friends about the things my aunt has done to me, and they sit there and stare at me with a look of horror. They gasp and they ask, "Why hasn't anything been done?! Why doesn't your grandma realize how bad this is?"
So I tell them, "Well, my grandma excuses this behavior off as a result of her mental handicap." And the second they find out she's mentally handicapped the concern drops from their expression and they tell me that she doesn't know any better, that it actually isn't that big of a deal, and that I just need to deal with it.
I see the way she looks at me when she thinks no one is looking. I used to live next door to a child molester, and even his gazes didn't give me the kind of chills that hers do. She stares at me the second I leave my room, and because of that I keep myself locked in my room all day long. I have panic attacks when she simply speaks to me, don't even get me started on when she decides to come up behind me when I'm facing a table or a counter and lock me into a hug.
My therapist has even told me that she probably knows what she is doing. She knows how to manipulate her parents, and she knows the power she has over me.
No one takes my suffering seriously because she's mentally handicapped and harmless. No she's not. My suffering is real and valid and none of this should've happened, with or without mental handicaps.
I've told friends about the things my aunt has done to me, and they sit there and stare at me with a look of horror. They gasp and they ask, "Why hasn't anything been done?! Why doesn't your grandma realize how bad this is?"
So I tell them, "Well, my grandma excuses this behavior off as a result of her mental handicap." And the second they find out she's mentally handicapped the concern drops from their expression and they tell me that she doesn't know any better, that it actually isn't that big of a deal, and that I just need to deal with it.
I see the way she looks at me when she thinks no one is looking. I used to live next door to a child molester, and even his gazes didn't give me the kind of chills that hers do. She stares at me the second I leave my room, and because of that I keep myself locked in my room all day long. I have panic attacks when she simply speaks to me, don't even get me started on when she decides to come up behind me when I'm facing a table or a counter and lock me into a hug.
My therapist has even told me that she probably knows what she is doing. She knows how to manipulate her parents, and she knows the power she has over me.
No one takes my suffering seriously because she's mentally handicapped and harmless. No she's not. My suffering is real and valid and none of this should've happened, with or without mental handicaps.