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I’ve always told these stories openly. They never embarrassed me. In fact I would laugh at the absurdity of them.

When my therapist asked me how I felt when I imagine the little boy who had to live through this, they were suddenly very real and sad and they broke my heart.

I’ve never cried so hard as when I was going through the process of grieving over the reality that this actually happen to me.

I don’t laugh about them anymore.

I get very emotional when my therapist says “the little boy never had his day in court.”

These stories are my testimony.