“It happened to me. When I was six. I was staying with a family friend, and he …”
Blah blah blah.
It happened to me.
How very disempowering. It takes away my power and gives it to – what? To fate? There is no liability attached to that. “It happened …” Thanks, fate.
It didn’t happen to me.
He did it to me.
I didn’t cause it. Or ask for it. Or deserve it.
And it does not define me.
I don’t know what happened to him – who did what – to break him so badly that, at age 13, he could do that to an innocent and defenceless six-year-old.
I forgive him.
I relieve him of the burden of my pain (but not its liability).
I relieve myself.
I am not that moment. It is not my fate. This is not my destiny.
He did something.
That is all.