Turning what hurt into what heals. This piece confronts the sexual abuse. When a 50 year old man walks around naked in front of teenage girls. Repeatedly for years. And the apology that is finally received is “I’m sorry for what I did some 30 years ago”. As the abused, it’s not your fault, it’s not your worth. You’re not crazy. It was wrong, it happened to you and it does not define you.
This pieces takes all of that, expresses that, and finally lets it go. Its a reminder that I didn’t do anything wrong. And it should not be kept a secret any longer. But it should also not define me. Let it go. Let it live in the past, it happened. And I’ve risen above it, finally, by acknowledging it, exposing it, forgiving myself and him, and moving forward.
Turning what hurt into what heals. This piece confronts the sexual abuse. When a 50 year old man walks around naked in front of teenage girls. Repeatedly for years. And the apology that is finally received is “I’m sorry for what I did some 30 years ago”. As the abused, it’s not your fault, it’s not your worth. You’re not crazy. It was wrong, it happened to you and it does not define you.
This pieces takes all of that, expresses that, and finally lets it go. Its a reminder that I didn’t do anything wrong. And it should not be kept a secret any longer. But it should also not define me. Let it go. Let it live in the past, it happened. And I’ve risen above it, finally, by acknowledging it, exposing it, forgiving myself and him, and moving forward.