I was just told that an early childhood friend of mine (Steven) witnessed and has told his family a lot of what happened to me with my abuse with an older sadistic boy (Wes) as a child. And Steven was abused too by Wes. I don't remember Steven being there, but my memories are so scattered among my others and I that I guess I don't remember Steven NOT being there either. Steven and I don't have contact anymore, though his dad is my Uncle Fave, a very close friend of mine, who has listened to a lot of what happened to me, from me. I am deeply saddened that Steven was hurt too, and witnessed so much horror. Not my Steven!!!! :o( We were bestest ever friends back then. We got married so many times with the stinky big yellow flowers that grew on his clothesline. Our brothers David and David used to say "Make us a movie!" and Steven and I would kiss for them- in the middle of the nearest road- while David and David roared and rolled with laughter while any oncoming car had to stop and wait for Steven and I to finish kissing for the mirth of our brothers. :o) Steven was full of life and joy, so intelligent and funny and gentle. There wasn't a mean bone in his body. I am FURIOUS that Wes hurt him too. It is just too awful. To have such validation is such a RARITY for things which happened in secrecy, but I am sooooo sad this has come from my beautiful Steven. I never ever thought anyone would speak up and say what happened. There were other kids involved sometimes, but I thought they had all forgotten or pushed it away, because it has been so long with silence. I am so grateful for Steven's courage, and so deeply sad for his pain. Has anyone else had validation about their traumas at all? Love from Rach.
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