I will help you!
reality2k4
Registrant
That is all I needed to hear as a child, those simple words from any adult who I encountered and trusted in my world.
When I reported my abuse to the cops, I guess that I just waited for those words to come from some adult who would be sent around to help him.
I guess that I did not even know what help I could expect to get, but none at all annoyed me so greatly as a child.
The consequences were great, because my parents threatened my with a psyche doc, and all I knew about them was that they lock kids up for being totally mad.
Maybe I was mad, but I tried my best not to be, and just be who I was supposed to be in a strange world that was tainted.
Every minute of every day, I would be waiting for the perp to carry out his threats on myself or family, constantly on guard.
The hurt of my childhood was pretty much too hard to bear, but mostly it was my own minds reaction to threats against myself and my family, and the constant reminder of the abuse.
I carried the guilt of not being able to recognise him from all the photos, the cops shown me, but to a little boy who is looking at those, he is thinking, 'how many bad men are out there'.
He made me think just how weak I was as a little boy who could not fight back.
I guess I would have fought him if he did not have a weapon, who knows?
I guess that maybe I owe my life to a stranger, who rescued me, and someone I will never know.
But, it is a pity that the stranger did not grab the perp at the time.
I was the guilty partner all along, even though I had no guilt, but I thought of all the other boys the perp would get, or even come back on me for telling on him.
I wish I knew he was dead, and where his grave was, just to know the world is that much safer because he is dead, but I dont even have the disclosure of knowing that,
ste
When I reported my abuse to the cops, I guess that I just waited for those words to come from some adult who would be sent around to help him.
I guess that I did not even know what help I could expect to get, but none at all annoyed me so greatly as a child.
The consequences were great, because my parents threatened my with a psyche doc, and all I knew about them was that they lock kids up for being totally mad.
Maybe I was mad, but I tried my best not to be, and just be who I was supposed to be in a strange world that was tainted.
Every minute of every day, I would be waiting for the perp to carry out his threats on myself or family, constantly on guard.
The hurt of my childhood was pretty much too hard to bear, but mostly it was my own minds reaction to threats against myself and my family, and the constant reminder of the abuse.
I carried the guilt of not being able to recognise him from all the photos, the cops shown me, but to a little boy who is looking at those, he is thinking, 'how many bad men are out there'.
He made me think just how weak I was as a little boy who could not fight back.
I guess I would have fought him if he did not have a weapon, who knows?
I guess that maybe I owe my life to a stranger, who rescued me, and someone I will never know.
But, it is a pity that the stranger did not grab the perp at the time.
I was the guilty partner all along, even though I had no guilt, but I thought of all the other boys the perp would get, or even come back on me for telling on him.
I wish I knew he was dead, and where his grave was, just to know the world is that much safer because he is dead, but I dont even have the disclosure of knowing that,
ste