Five years. When I first told my mother about the abuse not long after I became a teenager she dismissed it as "boys experimenting". I did not think of what the bastard did to me as abuse for a long time because it was only five year age difference. When I considered the fact he was "an adult" in a physical sense, and I was only eight years old, something clicked in my head. I now call it rape, because that is what it was: John R. Jr. repeatedly raped me.
It's okay to find the faith to saunter forward
With no fear of shadows spreading where you stand
And you'll breathe easier just knowing
that the worst is all behind you
And the waves that tossed the raft all night
have set you on dry land
- The Mountain Goats - "Never Quite Free"