In the fall of 2014, news came to me of a young girl raped by the same man who sexual assaulted me as a child. I felt like I was in a movie. This news brought me to my knees, comfirming what had happen to me 38 yeàrs ago. Back then I didn’t realize what he did was sexual assault because no one was educated about this subject. I lived in shame and began having panic attacks as i still do today. I think the hardest thing for me was when my mother, teaching at the same school, informed me that I had told her he had touched me. This was in grade 3 or around there she figures. The story I told her, I remember only parts of it. The last time he sexually assaulted me I remember like it was yesterday, I was in grade 6.
Keeping a secret for ll these years has taken a toll on me. I feel a part of me died, and created a path of wanting to be alone all the time.
Today I’m stuck in these habits that once protected me are now making me a prisoner. I’m slowly getting help, but I’m scared the scars are too old.
Thank you for giving me the strength by seeing you talk without shame of your story.
It’s so hard to talk about to others who have no idea how deep the wound is.
I wish I could be braver and speak out without shame. I beleive in my heart there are other victims that this teacher assaulted