#cocsa vent

i used to think i was dead. like the real me died when i was 4 and im just the leftover scraps of that little girl who died. like i'm a corpse that's sewn itself back together. like every my whole life has been as a direct result of violence

“But he was just a child”

I hate being in this in-between state of remembering. I know it happened, I remember being grossed out and scared sometimes I remember the physical feeling. But not the specifics, I don't remember exactly how old I was, nor how many times, or when it ended, or the exact acts.

I feel like my abuse wasn't "bad enough " ...like I'm overreacting or something