This is hard so I’m not going to try to drag this out to much. In the early 90’s a guy(only know his first name) dragged us out of a pool located at 500 pacific avenue in Virginia Beach. I was around 6 and my sister was 8. It’s crazy how people actually suppress things or choose to forget. I forgot for years until recently when something triggered it, then the flood gates opened, as I recalled everything. His name, animals in his apartment, what floor, ect… it horrible and crazy and thoughts can just “come back” like they did. Now it’s ruining my life. I’m talking with family and finding coping mechanisms but what he took from me will haunt me forever. Part of me wants to find him.
The other part just wants to move on.
— Survivor, age 31