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TW: mention of Rape. CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, Pedophilia. Detailed talk on Dissociative Identity disorder.

A A R A V 

I’m not a stranger to silence. It’s all I’ve known. Growing up, I was always told to keep things to myself, and not to speak about the things that happened behind closed doors. My parents were always around, but I never felt seen by them. They were busy with their own lives, and their problems. I was a shadow in their world, someone they didn’t want to deal with.

But when I went to her house… I thought it would be different. I thought it was a safe place. She was always there, always pretending to care, offering comfort, and giving me what I thought was attention. I didn’t know then how wrong I was.

She would call me over, promising me that no one would be around and that I could get away from the chaos of my own home. I was young, too young to understand what was really happening, but old enough to know it wasn’t right. She made me feel special, made me feel like I was the only one who mattered to her. Every time I walked through the door, it felt like I was walking into a trap, though I didn’t know that then.