Guilty
Hi Guys,
I am suffering from guilt tonight.
I my first round of SA occurred when I was 10, it lasted for about three months. I kept this a secret for 28 years. About two years after that SA, during my second bout, I came across the first perp, he had three or four kids in the van with him. He did not know who I was. My initial thought was why didnt he remember who I was. How could he have done this to me and not remember who I was. I was an insignificant pile of worthless shit.
Now years later, all I can think about is the kids in the van with him. Was he assaulting them? Was he assaulting other kids? If he couldnt remember me, one of his victims, he must have had more. I did nothing to stop him from assaulting more children. I never told anyone of my assault for 28 years. If I would have told someone 28 years ago, when I was being assaulted, I know I could have prevented some other children from the same fate that fell upon myself. But I did not. I kept it secret, hidden with my shame and broken spirit. So if he did sexually assault those or other kids, it was my fault for not standing up for them.
I was told tonight how could I expect a broken shell of a 12 year old, that was me, to prevent others from that fate. But I cannot help but to feel guilty. Guilty for not speaking. Guilty for not standing up and saying hey, that guy molested me, get those kids with him to safety, stop him. I am guilty for not preventing the possibility others were sexually assaulted. I am guilty of the pain they feel today.
Sorry that I did nothing,
Bill
I am suffering from guilt tonight.
I my first round of SA occurred when I was 10, it lasted for about three months. I kept this a secret for 28 years. About two years after that SA, during my second bout, I came across the first perp, he had three or four kids in the van with him. He did not know who I was. My initial thought was why didnt he remember who I was. How could he have done this to me and not remember who I was. I was an insignificant pile of worthless shit.
Now years later, all I can think about is the kids in the van with him. Was he assaulting them? Was he assaulting other kids? If he couldnt remember me, one of his victims, he must have had more. I did nothing to stop him from assaulting more children. I never told anyone of my assault for 28 years. If I would have told someone 28 years ago, when I was being assaulted, I know I could have prevented some other children from the same fate that fell upon myself. But I did not. I kept it secret, hidden with my shame and broken spirit. So if he did sexually assault those or other kids, it was my fault for not standing up for them.
I was told tonight how could I expect a broken shell of a 12 year old, that was me, to prevent others from that fate. But I cannot help but to feel guilty. Guilty for not speaking. Guilty for not standing up and saying hey, that guy molested me, get those kids with him to safety, stop him. I am guilty for not preventing the possibility others were sexually assaulted. I am guilty of the pain they feel today.
Sorry that I did nothing,
Bill