How? Hard is it not to tell and keep silent!
reality2k4
Registrant
It is terrible to live a lie, especially when the little boy who is now a man would never lie.
How much I wanted to scream to the world, when I was a kid thru late teens.
Dont bother my mind said, nobody would listen, and if they did they would not know, care, or be able to help an abused kid.
I keep getting flashbaks to when I was about 13yo, and I know why, but its hard to explain.
I guess it was just the passage of time of a boy entering manhood.
He never got there, he could not leave the boy behind, he never did, the boy is with him forever, he promised him that, just like my father never broke a promise, because the little me told him he had promised.
I guess he promised me, because I promised to tell him something, and guess it never turned out that way, because I never wanted him to know how hard it was.
I could not even question him as to whether my abuser had been caught, even though I was carrying a massive burden of guilt for not reporting what really happened.
It gets easier sometimes, sometimes harder, but I guess I was born to shoulder my burden and that of my kin and others who shift their weight onto my shoulders.
ste
How much I wanted to scream to the world, when I was a kid thru late teens.
Dont bother my mind said, nobody would listen, and if they did they would not know, care, or be able to help an abused kid.
I keep getting flashbaks to when I was about 13yo, and I know why, but its hard to explain.
I guess it was just the passage of time of a boy entering manhood.
He never got there, he could not leave the boy behind, he never did, the boy is with him forever, he promised him that, just like my father never broke a promise, because the little me told him he had promised.
I guess he promised me, because I promised to tell him something, and guess it never turned out that way, because I never wanted him to know how hard it was.
I could not even question him as to whether my abuser had been caught, even though I was carrying a massive burden of guilt for not reporting what really happened.
It gets easier sometimes, sometimes harder, but I guess I was born to shoulder my burden and that of my kin and others who shift their weight onto my shoulders.
ste