I Don't Remember, But He Does
I've lived with the feeling that what I remember was only the surface of the truth. I never thought I would have that confirmed. During therapy, James has told me that it is all recorded in there somewhere... that when I'm ready it can resurface. He has never doubted that there was more harm done.
Only a few months ago, I reported the abuse to the police. The man I reported has been in prison for 15 years for molesting other children (at least one, maybe two). My detective interviewed him in prison last week... I come to find out that the man was more than willing to share what happened. He gave plenty of details.
My detective told me today, "You don't remember most of what happened."
We talked about what charges the man might face. The detective said, "Sex abuse in the first degree, that is usually a 6 year sentence. However, he did say it happened multiple times."
I started shaking.
I don't remember multiple times. I've always suspected they were there, but I can't see them.
It makes me ill that he can. That he still remembers me. That he wants so badly to remember and talk about it, that he's willing to condemn himself by talking to a detective.