First I want to say that I am not writing this for pity, for likes, follows, or anything like that. I am writing this for people out there like me, to let them know they are not alone, and for others who cannot relate, to help them understand the depths of the effects of trauma.
I am also writing this because I was sworn to secrecy, intimidated into keeping secret the things that could place my grade 4 teacher in prison. My story is one that can tear apart the public school board of my area, and can lead to many others coming forward with their stories.
For years, these memories have lied dormant in my head, buried by my body’s attempts to protect me from them, and locked away by Lyme disease’s effects on my memory.
But recently, I have recovered enough to handle the memories, to sort through them and put them to rest for good. And I have been receiving treatment for the Lyme, which has been unblocking the paths of my memory… Now, they are returning to me… Now, I am breaking the silence I was sworn to keep.
These are the secrets which have been hidden in my mind, unspoken, for nine years…
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What Happened To Me
Non-FictionYears ago, I was abused... But when I would tell people about it, I only said what was done to the other kids... I never told my story. This is my story, this is what happened to me.
