In high school, in marching band, grades 9-12 were all together in one group.
There was this one girl who befriended me. She was younger than me. We started texting and talking outside of band. We never hung out outside of school, but we were always very cordial with each other when we would run into each other. She liked to give hugs.
I started to care a lot for this girl. One day, out of the blue, she confided in me that she gave her brother a blowjob. I didn’t know how to take this. My initial reaction while alone was to cry. I cried for her without even knowing why. I didn’t know if what she told me was a cry for help, or if it was something she just felt like she needed to get off her shoulders, but we never spoke about it again. I’ve never mentioned it to anybody; this post is the first time I’ve talked about it at all.
I’ll create a timeline of what I believe to be unnatural experiences that I’ve been having that seem to have been guided by the adults around me. A lot of it is in the blog publicly already, some of them are still in my drafts.
It’s not a good look for the police in this country. The absolute failure to actually prosecute Epstein when the first reports started coming it doesn’t give me any hope that anything will be done about it. I don’t even know what a framework would look like to protect children. I feel like I was born to be somebody else’s plaything, and I worry about the other children I grew up with. The cops seem to be on the side of the predators.