My journey as a sexual child abuse survivor.

Rape. It may not be fatal, but it can be for the mind and spirit. But what is unseen by the naked eye does not matter to a detective. Nor does it to the district attorneys. So I sit here. In my defeat. Left to wonder why it is that I have to feel punished for speaking out about my childhood sexual abuse. I spoke. I gathered the info. The possible witnesses. The strength.  It wasn't enough.  My emotional scarring is there. It will always be there till I physically die. The images of my small child body being raped, and abused, will always be there. They encourage victims to speak out. But only if it has just happened. They will have DNA evidence then. But if it's years later than what does it matter? To anyone besides the victim?  The statute of limitations was pushed back 30 years from the abuse or when the victim turns 18. I was well within the limits. But for what? What's the point of pushing them back if the victim won't have evidence? It makes no sense. And if...

It's been 22 years since I was last abused. It took me 22 years to gather enough courage and strength to report my abuser. My case was handled poorly, and I felt like I had failed. The statute of limitations was pushed back 30 years from the victims last assault. But a rapist can't be charged unless there is proof. How am I to have proof 22 years later? This blog was created as an outlet for my anger, and pain. My journey with PTSD, and the distraught the case has brought to the table.