Hope

I have shed a lot of tears already. I think the well of my tears has already run dry. I know I am imprisoned in the misery brought about by the sexual abuse I experienced from Fr. Ruben Tanseco, a Jesuit. Every time I remember how Fr. Tanseco stripped me naked, I can feel my heart beat faster. Every time I remember how Fr. Tanseco fondled my genitals, I can feel intense anger. Every time I remember how Fr. Tanseco sucked my dick, I can feel that undescribable worthlessness in me. I am a prisoner of this exhausting trauma. I am making myself busy living one day at a time. Or I might just be making myself busy dying. I hope the breaking point does not come soon. Or I hope that I attain justice way before I reach that breaking point so that I can still fix what remains of a shattered person. Let those who has ears hear this cry for justice.