The Monster earned his GED in prison last month. Without thinking, my first reaction was positive. POSITIVE. I thought, "Oh that's wonderful! I am so prou-" When I realized the word proud was coming I stopped short. I realized it wasn't Vasquez that I was thinking of. He is gone. The sweet kid I taught and loved is gone. He is now The Monster and I was sick to my stomach. How on earth could I forget? Even for a second?? Why would my mind EVER remember who he used to be before he terrorized and tore my life to shreds?
Hi, @madeline. I saw your post in @pattyr;s story. I wanted to say that I can relate. I was sexually abuse by my female babysitter too. Always wished that my mother had paid more attention in selecting her or had come home unexpectedly to check on me, but she never did. Eventually, I told, and the babysitter was fired. But, it really traumatized me. I'm so sorry that your babysitter abused you instead of taking care of you.