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.





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