Every day we wake is another chance we get to keep sanding down those rough edges and unstacking the bricks we’ve piled up around our hearts — for the little boy you were and little girl I was, we do it for them first. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this. ❤️🩹
Absolutely. It wasn't fair what happened to us, but we gotta do the work for those little boys and girls who didn't ask for it. So we create the least amount of harm we can before we exit this life.
Thank you for reading it and leaving kind words. I very much appreciate them and you telling your story. Keep telling it.
There is. I didn't know I was going to write it that day. I read Melissa's piece and I felt it raise up. I'd pieced together parts of it but I'd never put together in a coherent way.
I had friend tell me privately, a man, that he'd been molested. He wasn't ready to face it but he was thinking about getting help. Another friend told me of his story when we'd talked about it earlier.
My sister told me she was most likely molested as well. She had similar issues I did.
I think it's important to tell our stories. So others can tell their own and maybe gain a little piece back of themselves, if not at least some understanding how they got there.
Thank you for commenting and reading. I really appreciate it. And I appreciate you telling your stories.
Thank you for the emotional labor it took to write this. I know it is not easy. Your words are brave, and I hope you’ll find, freeing.
It’s been waiting to come out. Reading yours spurred me to write it out. Again thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you for sharing your story 💛
Thank you for reading it. I appreciate it. :)
Every day we wake is another chance we get to keep sanding down those rough edges and unstacking the bricks we’ve piled up around our hearts — for the little boy you were and little girl I was, we do it for them first. Thank you for taking the time to write and share this. ❤️🩹
Absolutely. It wasn't fair what happened to us, but we gotta do the work for those little boys and girls who didn't ask for it. So we create the least amount of harm we can before we exit this life.
Thank you for reading it and leaving kind words. I very much appreciate them and you telling your story. Keep telling it.
I can tell the deep heart and care that went into this piece, Frederic. There is something so freeing about being able to tell your own story, right?
There is. I didn't know I was going to write it that day. I read Melissa's piece and I felt it raise up. I'd pieced together parts of it but I'd never put together in a coherent way.
I had friend tell me privately, a man, that he'd been molested. He wasn't ready to face it but he was thinking about getting help. Another friend told me of his story when we'd talked about it earlier.
My sister told me she was most likely molested as well. She had similar issues I did.
I think it's important to tell our stories. So others can tell their own and maybe gain a little piece back of themselves, if not at least some understanding how they got there.
Thank you for commenting and reading. I really appreciate it. And I appreciate you telling your stories.