I was molested when I was a little girl. In fact the earliest memories I have of it is from when I was four. The age of my grandaughter when her uncle decided to molest a beautiful little girl. I wont use his name. The night terrors the outburst of not being pretty. I want to just curl up in a corner with her and never let anyone near her again to hurt her or make her feel unloved.
I am carrying some guilt of my own. And I have been asked why. Why with my background of first being molested and then the years that I spent working with victims of domestic and sexual violance, did I not see what he was doing. A great deal amount of the time that she was being hurt by this monster I was there! downstairs working! I trusted him! She trusted me!
She is funny and so beautiful and god is saving a special place in hell for him.
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