Satanic Path
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It Is hard for me to talk about this thing that happened to me when I was a child.
It took me a lot to tell my mom, and my therapist.
I felt guilty and dirty.
But at the same time I tend to minimize everything I lived that day.
I tell to myself: It was Just a game.
I don't really know what to think about It, I don't want to play the victim.
Some years ago my best friend told me he was violated by the same asshole.
We talked about It and his case turned out to be even worse than mine.
This "Person" litterally put his, well, his thing, in his mouth.
And when my friend got scared and ran away, he has done the same thing he did with me: he threatened my friend.
To male It clearer, we were 6/7, and this boy was 13/14.
In my case, It happened when he was giving me private lessons for school, as my father was really a good friend with his.
I remeber the strange games he would do with me.
He would sit on me or show me his thing on the bed, under the blankets.
He used to enter the bathroom when I was inside with different cop-outs, very stupid excuses.
Once I got fed up, because all that seemed to be wrong to me, and I ran away from the bed, wanting to call his mom and tell her his son was doing something wrong to me.
This happened different times, sorry but I don't remember everything.
My mind really wants to forget, even if this was just a stupid game.
But was It?
Sometimes I feel like It was my fault, because I could've told my dad or my mother, but I was afraid, disgusted by all that mess.
I could've stopped him.
But I did not.
I don't want to play the victim, but these days of quarantine and isolation have me thinking a lot.
And I just keep wondering: am I a victim, and was It Just a stupid game? Or was It really wrong, terribly wrong?
Have I been weak since I didn't find the courage to speak when all that was happening?
It took me a lot to tell my mom, and my therapist.
I felt guilty and dirty.
But at the same time I tend to minimize everything I lived that day.
I tell to myself: It was Just a game.
I don't really know what to think about It, I don't want to play the victim.
Some years ago my best friend told me he was violated by the same asshole.
We talked about It and his case turned out to be even worse than mine.
This "Person" litterally put his, well, his thing, in his mouth.
And when my friend got scared and ran away, he has done the same thing he did with me: he threatened my friend.
To male It clearer, we were 6/7, and this boy was 13/14.
In my case, It happened when he was giving me private lessons for school, as my father was really a good friend with his.
I remeber the strange games he would do with me.
He would sit on me or show me his thing on the bed, under the blankets.
He used to enter the bathroom when I was inside with different cop-outs, very stupid excuses.
Once I got fed up, because all that seemed to be wrong to me, and I ran away from the bed, wanting to call his mom and tell her his son was doing something wrong to me.
This happened different times, sorry but I don't remember everything.
My mind really wants to forget, even if this was just a stupid game.
But was It?
Sometimes I feel like It was my fault, because I could've told my dad or my mother, but I was afraid, disgusted by all that mess.
I could've stopped him.
But I did not.
I don't want to play the victim, but these days of quarantine and isolation have me thinking a lot.
And I just keep wondering: am I a victim, and was It Just a stupid game? Or was It really wrong, terribly wrong?
Have I been weak since I didn't find the courage to speak when all that was happening?