A Memory of Sexual Abuse

I recently had several flashbacks that struck me right between my two front teeth. Some of these memories...

...was of a molestation I was subjected to by a former Catholic priest. I never put the two plus two together because I wasn't open eye'd to see what was really going on. As of then. He was a family friend. Knew my bride and my daughters. We had cook outs at his house! This happened later in my life, later in my adulthood. I was Thirty-Something.

I've even been through support groups for survivors of sexual abuse and also had a group I facilitated named S.S.A., Surivors of Sexual Abuse. If memory serves me well, I would have been in my recovery while he so desperately attempted to groom me. With the purchase of fine shoes, fine fragrances, nice clothes and the what not. He was stunning with his grooming process...

...I wonder how many others were caught by his manners and money. Just for a spell he had me hooked. Like a fish outa water...

...what he didn't know nor realize was that I was a committed husband and father...I was also a survivor of sexual abuse. He, as he found out that day - all those years ago, learned the right way. That he FUCKED up.

He tried so hard to have sex with me. Through his actions and broken trust he molested me in so many ways...he molested me. No damned doubt. He had me fucked up for somebody else, you see? So fuck you Mr. Preacher. Sir! Fuck you!

And as a Survivor of Sexual Abuse, a warrior for those of us who made it and for those of us who did not. Oh, my dear Sisters and brothers, I am still here and I still stand for the rights of us who were subjected to the horror, terror, rape and all other forms of abuse...

...all of which folks like you, Mr. Preacher man, put us through. This is for all of my Brothers and Sisters that were unable to speak for themselves. This is for me as a boy and as a young man...who didn't know the language...

Who knows? There just may be a day I get the ole group back together again.

In the mean time, please tell! TALK! Don't keep secrets. That's what the perpetrators want us to do. To fucken keep quiet and don't tell.

I've never shared this because I never had the mind to...remember, I didn't know the language. So here it is.

I'm chill like that...

Fuck you, Mr. Preacher Man! Fuck You!