Knox The Hatter
2nd Level Indigo Feather
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Chosen pretty much put it in perspective. What wide gulf must you cross before you get to the point that you would attempt such a thing?
I had a friend many years ago, a real character she was. I adored her. She was adopted by the family of an upper management auto executive. Lived in a big house in Grosse Pointe, never wanted for anything. From the age of 8 to 14, she was abused sexually on a regular basis by a close friend of her family. When she finally came out with it, no one believed her. One night, visiting her, she showed me a photo album. With tears welling in her eyes, she told me, "pay attention to my face in the pictures. You can see when it started. You could see how all changed." It certainly was there, in living color.
She had to live with all of that, for the rest of her life. No therapy could help her. She attempted a number of times before we met. Afterwards, too. She just wanted the pain (not the least of which, what she perceived as a betrayal by her adoptive family) and the memories and the horror to end. Unfortunately, we lost touch. I've been trying to find her, but her family's moved away. She just might've checked out of the hotel. I don't know right now.
I used to be judgemental about these things, at one time. No more. I only want to provide emotional support. Love.
I had a friend many years ago, a real character she was. I adored her. She was adopted by the family of an upper management auto executive. Lived in a big house in Grosse Pointe, never wanted for anything. From the age of 8 to 14, she was abused sexually on a regular basis by a close friend of her family. When she finally came out with it, no one believed her. One night, visiting her, she showed me a photo album. With tears welling in her eyes, she told me, "pay attention to my face in the pictures. You can see when it started. You could see how all changed." It certainly was there, in living color.
She had to live with all of that, for the rest of her life. No therapy could help her. She attempted a number of times before we met. Afterwards, too. She just wanted the pain (not the least of which, what she perceived as a betrayal by her adoptive family) and the memories and the horror to end. Unfortunately, we lost touch. I've been trying to find her, but her family's moved away. She just might've checked out of the hotel. I don't know right now.
I used to be judgemental about these things, at one time. No more. I only want to provide emotional support. Love.