It’s okay that you didn’t stop him from fondling your breast, you didn’t know, you were only 10.
It’s okay that you didn’t call them out when they felt you up in all those crowded areas, you froze, you were still so young
It’s okay that you cried and ran when he almost kidnapped you, you did what you could, you were so strong.
it’s okay that you didn’t scream for help when he forced himself inside you and stole your innocence, you tried; you scratched and begged him, and you were never the same again.
I know you’ve been strong, so strong, but I need you to be stronger. I know it’s a lot to ask for but you are your only saviour.