When I was a kid, I tried to tell my mom about her boyfriends abusing me. She blamed me, slapped me, and called me a dirty little whore. I never disclosed my abuse to anyone after that until I met this cop. I thought... he's a cop. I'll tell him everything and he will protect me and make the bad things stop. I don't know what made him think it was ok to start abusing me, or if I was even his first victim. That was the day that that I stopped trusting people. How do I trust that it is different this time? I know logically that it is, but it doesn't help my emotions any. I feel like if I tell him about the abuse and what I did to contribute to the abuse that it will turn out just as bad as it did the last time I trusted a cop.