Horror of Child Abuse

No one ever will know the horror of my childhood. No one could possibly understand. Unless you lived it, you haven't got a clue. No matter how much you try to relate you can't. So stop trying and pretending you do.

Respect people for what they have experienced and endured. Be grateful that you never did or will.

Love those who have been hurt deeply. They did nothing to you. Stop being cruel, and expecting more than they can give. These are shattered glass lives and you can not conceive what an abused person has been through.

You are sorry. They are sorry too. We are all sorry, even the asshole for a --for a second-- may pretend.

But no one can begin to know the agony of a soul destroyed by utter evil and wicked twisted torment.

Just love, this person. Love them and respect them for what they have been through.

A broken soul has moments of healing but never truly becomes whole until the person passes on to eternity. And that is rest, joy, and "it-is-done" finality.

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