I have had yet another episode of panick attack. Lemme tell you why... I was a kid, probably 6 years older, when I became a yet another victim of physical and sexual abuse by my uncle. I kept feeling why on the earth that son of a bitch was touching my body in a way that I never loved? That too for years! Yes, it went on for years, until I started asking him why the hell is he kissing me, even after I tell him not to. Why the hell he touches me where none will like to be touched. And you will be surprised to know what that asshole used to tell me. (I'm going to be a #doctor and I need to practice these things to clear my examinations.) At that time I did not understand what he said and he never minded to stop doing what he was doing. But till the time I've been on my senses. I started understanding what happened to me. And those few years, those moments of vulnerability kills me everyday. I tried a lot of times to expose that basterd and then thought of his wife and a kid and stopped. But it seems that sick people like him can never get over their habits and I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only girl who had been victimized by that jerk. Since ages I've been into a trauma that he has given me a scar that never goes off my skin, my mind and I want him to be published for what he did. I feel awful that I couldn't gather courage to do this years back. But I want to do it now. I want people to know that your kids are not safe. Not even with your brothers and sisters. Be friendly, ask them if there's something goin on with them, consult them every now and then and please don't leave them alone with anybody but your self. I might never be able to have a kid of mine just because I feel that this world is full of monsters and I don't want it to suffer. Photograph: unknown source https://www.instagram.com/p/CUZ1EWPsl4_2XO_KODMZjUwE2w83qPvdJdYYFY0/?utm_medium=tumblr
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