I was molested in a movie theater

[lost-in-nj]

a dad sat next to me and his 2 sons were on the other side of him.....
I might have been 10


I am just now realizing that I might have gone to school or dated his kids



death is to good

because I KNOW I was not the only one
suffer

because I am




lost


this fucking sucks

[colt equalizer]

1. God Bless you and I hope you heal. NT

[Joe Fields]

2. I know this isn't very progressive, but some things don't fit all nice and

neatly into a box. What I'm saying is that, if my daughter or wife were molested or raped, I would want the person responsible for it dead. DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!!!

[colt equalizer]

4. I think more people agree with you than you think. NT

[Demobrat]

3. Can you get some therapy?

There is no way you, or anybody can really heal from crap like that without the help of a trained professional. I was kidnapped and raped years ago. I didn't get therapy then, but I did later on, and it helped me immensely. I never even think about it anymore, except at times like now, when I see somebody else in that kind of pain.

[SPKrazy]

5. Having had a scoutmaster

who masturbated in front of us on camping trips, talked incessantly about sex and masturbation and molested at least one kid directly while those of us in nearby sleeping bags heard him telling him to stop and so on, and we were out in the fucking mountains and it was just a fucking mess. I relate a little to what you are saying.

Mine was not a one time event, but a process at a very impressionable age. It has fucked up my life I'm sure of it. I attend a support group for people who have problems related to that kind of thing. I go to therapy. I've been on antidepressant meds.

I am a den leader in my son's cub scout troop now, and everytime I see one of the grown men in their boy scout uniforms I am triggered with anger.

I'd like to kick the man's ass. I've even gone as far as googling his name, but I couldn't find it.

He was also a fireman, so we had scout meetings at the firehouse on campus where I lived. It was all just "too cool" I guess, and none of us ever talked about it that I know of. He had an assistant that wasn't much different. He took us four wheeling, camping, lots of cool stuff.

That on top of the fact that I was non-Mormon living in a predominantly Mormon community, and it was the only scout troop I could go to (parents feelings) so I wasn't about to speak and ruin the good part. Didn't even know that the bad part was going to be something that would haunt me forever.

Sorry you had to deal with that lost, the bastid should be punished and who knows who he did it to, you are right.

[Gabi Hayes]

6. I was a freshman in high school, and a couple of times, while visiting my

counselor, he'd run his hand up my calf, rolling my sock up and down. I didn't think much of it, but mentioned it at lunch one day

a kid at the table said, "that guy's a HOMO!" I didn't know what it was, and he told me.

not too long after that, the counselor walked through the lunchroom and said hi to me. I replied, "Hi, Homo!"

never forgot the look on his face....bright red and crestfallen/embarrassed

I was very mature, about the same as I am today

thing is, the next time I visited my counselor, I had somebody else. don't know what happened to him; whether he stayed at the school, or moved on.

it really didn't have an effect on me, except as a memory of what an ass I was capable of being.....