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My Troubled Thoughts
Survivors guilt.
Warnings: Contains sexual assault of children and murder.
I survived my serial pedophile grandfather because of that I feel driven to write the untold stories of children who didn’t survive.
For the most part, the children I have been writing about lately are victims of Mack Ray Edwards. By 1953 we know he was taking them off the streets, campgrounds, parks, and out of homes. He was brutally raping and killing them. He took everything from them without a thought.
If I hadn’t been sent away when my grandmother caught my grandfather things may have gone very differently for me. I was lucky enough to be sent away into my next abusive situation.
I feel a lot of guilt that I survived, and they didn’t.
I weep for them.
I weep for me.
SB
An added note. Stop using the term molested. Stop watering down what happened to them. I wasn’t molested. I was raped. The children Mack Ray Edwards murdered weren’t molested they were raped.
You might want to ask yourself why society needs to use a word of lesser meaning with children and not adults. If you were snatched off the streets it would be rape. If someone crawled into your bed at night and forced themself on you, it would be rape.
