The Freedom of Scars

Scars are what make you beautiful: the healing of kintsugi.

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I am a sexual abuse survivor

I didn’t report it because “I was just a kid.” I didn’t report it because “it was no big deal.” I didn’t report it because I loved and looked up to him — hell, even after everything, I still love him, even if any respect I had is long gone. I didn’t report it because I didn’t have the ability at the time to put into words what was happening, or why it was wrong, or how it made me feel. I didn’t report it because I didn’t think anyone would believe me. I didn’t report it because I was ashamed.
But the biggest reasons I kept quiet is that I thought I was alone, that I was only person this was happening to, and that everything that was happening was my fault.