Why I Love Sexual Abuse Essay

The story behind the story

Sexual abuse. Something many people don’t pay much attention to, until it actually happens. And then, it's only about the story, the publicity. But what people never see is the story behind the story. The hurt and the pain. The hate. The fear…

The fear at night, when no one else is home except for mommy or daddy. The fear that you feel when they come into your room at night and you can’t do anything except for let it happen. Because, what little kid can push away a grown adult? Exactly. They can’t. Plus think about it. Maybe they’re six. At six, do you really think they know what’s right and what’s wrong? No. So when they’re used to mommy or daddy coming into the room at night, doing things no parent should ever do, they think it's the right thing to do. That it's okay. But truth be told, it’s not.

Or the fear that hits you in the face when you walk through the door, tired and just wanting to sleep after a long day at work. But, then you realized the pain that will come. The hurt you’ll feel because you thought they loved you. I mean, isn’t that what a relationship is supposed to be about?

It's a serious crime, yet most people these days think it's just something to say if something or someone touches them the wrong way. For instance, if a boy touches a girl in a way she may not have liked, she’ll spread rumors like “ he raped me.” Without even thinking about the consequences. You can’t just kid around like that. Because, rape or sexual abuse isn’t touching someone “the wrong way.” It's touching someone’s private parts for sexual pleasure. Or making them touch you for that sick kind of pleasure. Forcing your body parts into someone. It's not some poke or hug from a boy that a girl didn’t want. So, the next time you joke about it, think about all the adults and children who can’t joke about it because joking wouldn’t even close to what they were experiencing is much, much worse than