I put a stop to it at age 12. I simply said “Get out of my room” and he did and I never spoke a word to him the rest of his life. He would always stare at me though, making me feel very vulnerable and just so sad that I had this burden. By the time I was 15 I was in a love affair with meth that lasted 3 years. The euphoria it gave me made all the memories disappear. I put on new skin, went off to college, never touched drugs again and within 2 years of that, I was in a love affair with booze. That erased memories too, but I was sick and tired of the whole f*cking thing, and I quit drinking. Within 3 years I had a major mental breakdown that I’m still fighting. With help from prescribed meds that I am addicted to.
Yes, I feel immense shame that it only took a single sentence to put the abuse to an end. Why didn’t I do it sooner? Why did I find the courage? He’d been raping me since I was 4, using grooming and presents and physical abuse to remind me to stay silent. Many times I had a pillow over my face barely breathing.
How can a mind be so controlled by propaganda? I see it happening to my country by its fascist leader. It is sinister, exacting, you come to believe that there is no reality but to endure it. But all it took was a simple sentence. My t says pedophiles usually let go of prepubescent girls so as to not impregnate them. How kind of them. Bake him a f*cking cake.
My friend said let’s go to Florida, dig him up and put a bullet through his skull. I don’t plan to ever be in Florida.