No one blames my abuser
Basilstorm
March 2nd, 2020
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When I was 11ish, I was groped in a room full of people for about half an hour. No one noticed until he picked me up and tried to carry me away. He ruined my life, ruined who I was as a person. This boy was in his late teens or early twenties. And no one was upset with him when they caught him, because he was severly autistic. All it took was the mother coming over and saying he was "mentally disabled" for my mom to say it wasn't a big deal. "He didn't know what he was doing," my mom explained to me at the time. No one pressed charges, he didn't face any consequences. Yet my life was destroyed because of it. Everyone forgave him, except me. I don't think I ever can.