I managed to finish what is a VERY tough read. I urge others to make sure of their place in terms of healing and support before going here.By the end I was wiped out. This is a story for supporters of survivors.
As the story illustrates, years ago, survivor support was not well-developed. To be a victim was to hide a shameful act. Families and victims alike were told to "let it go." This was a state-of-the-art "treatment" modality at that time
I never told anyone what happened to me---and although I survived more or less intact, I still wince thinking of the dark paths I traveled to find the sun.
"His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them....Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart…”. -----William Golding