If stigma settles down, then this begins:
I start to look back at the stigma, and I blame myself for what happened. I ask questions of my former self. I question why I submitted, why I did not do anything at the time to defend myself.
I have forgotten the horror, and how powerless I felt.
I tell myself that I allowed this to happen to me.
That the person was bored, and used me to prevent boredom.
That I threw my young life away because of a few bullies.
But the truth is, Stigma is so terrible that you cannot think or plan when it is happening.
I may blame my former self, but the truth is there was little I could do.