Being Sexually Abused

of being sexually abused. Quite the society, Brian thought. When he was young he thought his life meant nothing because that's what the priest told him. You see, perpetrators always blame the victim and therefore if you hear it enough then you believe them. You spend your whole life trying to undo what was done, searching for the solution to the problem, when it's right under your nose to begin with. The prevalence of child sexual abuse has no cultural barriers. They are far reaching. Brian still saw the priest in church, periodically, and he tried to avoid him. Father Swift would come up to him while he attended mass with his Mom. Brian's Mom hated Father Swift, hated him for doing that to her son. But the Catholic Church always refused to take responsibility for their actions and that's why Brian struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts from time to time. He had trusted Father Swift and he was violated by that creep. Brian still remembers the day it first happened. He had gone to him for guidance after Brian's Dad had passed away. Brian loved his Dad, as they were very close. They did everything together. They went on long walks every day, often times talking about life. Brian missed his Dad very much, and he cried every day. He would whisper like he was in the room with Brian, and sometimes Brian would get an answer in a dream, for he believed that a person takes love with them when they die. Brian believed in heaven and could picture his Dad there. He didn't think it was all clouds and everyone had wings. He believed that you are pure Spirit, somewhere in the universe. Maybe near a black hole, Brian thought. This world is too much like 1984. Too judgemental for vulnerable people, who through no fault of their own have had trauma in their lives, and it brings them in front of a firing squad.