Seeing that asswipe brought it all on. I started really dealing with my childhood abuse (as opposed to shoving it back) in the last few years, so I'd been having the nightmares, but everything went into overdrive after the picnic. I feel haunted and I am afraid to sleep. The sleeplessness is what drove me to seek help.

What makes me angrier than what I went through is the disbelief and blaming that occurs when you tell other family members and even authorities. It angers and sickens me that the offenders have more rights than the victims in our society. It feels like society really doesn't value children (especially female children).