I wish I were able to remember your name, but a part of me knows that if I do I'll probably kms if I get to know that you're alive and still teaching and being around kids.
Did you leave me coz you were caught? You were the only person that took care of me even if you took advantage of a little kid.
I still remember the day that I went to ask at the teachers lounge about you, the widening eyes that I got from the other adults that day haunt me to this day. Did they know all this time and no one did anything? I never said anything since mom was threatening me all the time, how many times she made me go to the bathroom forcing me to open my legs to check if I was getting molested, forcing me to pee since she noticed that I had pain while doing so. How many times she grabbed my arm and my hair shaking me demanding to tell who was touching me back then, of course I didn't say anything, now that I'm older I asked my dad after a long time not talking since I was 15 years old, I asked him: Dad, do you remember when mom used to grab me and check me down there when i was in kindergarden? Something that is so stupid, all these years thinking that what happened was something that somehow I made up in my head by how fucked up my life is without the csa, he confirmed me that it happened a lot back then.
I'll always feel as bad as if I were the abuser myself.
Am I as sick as you? For letting me do all the things we did coz I liked it? I always feel ashamed of myself being part of it, a willing little retard, it felt good, I was comfy around you.
You saw the bruises that she always left on me from time to time by how angry she was at me for doing little mistakes, I still remember the day that she left a bruise on my right eye for just exchanging my tie for a day with a classmate coz I was trying to make a friend, instead of listening to me, she thought I just changed it forever and punched my 6 years old face as if I'd committed the worst crime a kid would do; I remember the day that the teacher noticed and in parent's meeting she got scolded in front of everyone at the reunion, thanks to that teacher she just began beating me in places no one would see, but you saw them, and you were the unique person that I was able to cry with, you were the unique adult that would listen to me and didn't treat me as nothing.
You were my only friend, how many times I called you dad while you said don't call me that? I loved your stupid face,
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