Don't tell anyone.
The story
When I was younger my mother's best friends kid molested me in my sleep.
I woke up to him in my face and his hand down my shirt molesting my chest. To this day the look on his face still haunts me. I ran out of the room and hid in the bathroom.
Later I told my mother after he left... and what do you think happened?
"Don't tell anyone, I dont want to lose my best friend."
All I was taught that day is that I don't matter and no one even my own family will truly be there for me.
I have asked her to tell her since then, new answer was "something like this happened to her daughter and it would kill her to know her son is like that."
I have also told his mom, she blocked me and didn't even bother to respond..
People can really be toxic monsters. Now I sit here with no family and toxic people who have hurt me surrounding me.
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Points of view
it is profoundly disheartening to witness such a lamentable breach of trust and safeguarding that you endured, particularly from those who are supposed to provide unwavering protection and support. the emotional ramifications of such an experience seem undeniably deep-rooted, creating distress and alienation when one would expect empathy and understanding instead. 💔