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| Go-Go Rach 18, during that one time when I was sexually assaulted by my rehab counselor. |
ANSWER: An A.A. VIPER in the position of authority that was never earned, or justified, aside from a few substance abuse certifications and ten years of PRETEND health in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous who will abuse her position in order to take advantage of her PATIENT, for her own sexual pleasure.
HOLY SHIT.
Yeah.
That is what happened to me the SECOND time I was in treatment. I had a dyke counselor, quite a BEAST, I may add, who jumped my bones as soon as I came to her with confusion about my sexuality.
I'd been dreaming about her at night. I told her about it in a session and her answer was this:
"I'm your counselor, but I am also human."We had sex on her office floor, in the A.A. meeting van, at the A.A. meetings, and often in my private room in the very expensive and exclusive dual diagnostic treatment center that I went to for HELP for my depression and "addiction."
She was obsessed with me and I was grossed out by everything about her, aside from her protective nature. I'd been chewed up and spit out all of my life by vipers in various disguises.
She was the first person in my life who made me feel safe, but I really did not want to be in a SEXUAL relationship with her.
I had no idea how to say "no," and she took full advantage of my vulnerability.
The worst part about the entire experience is that everyone knew about the "affair," including fellow patients, nurses, counselors and HER BOSS, but nothing was ever said or done about how I was sexually assaulted by my rehab counselor.
I went to prison, more fucked up than I'd ever been, with a brand new label to add to my growing collection: LESBIAN.
She went on to be promoted to DIRECTOR OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE at the same "treatment center" where she molested me over and over.
Nearly twelve years passed where I was completely confused about my sexuality. I am not, nor have I ever been a lesbian, but my counselor was blind to her opportunity TO HELP ME, by her gross perversion.
She was ten years sober and ten years older than me. I was defenseless.
What a CUNT.
I wonder how many others she has done this to?
How many people have been victimized by sick perverts who find their prey at work?
I'm finally well enough to see the damage this bitch caused me and strong enough to fight, but I will never have the opportunity to see her pay for the crime she committed over twenty years ago.
She is protected by the law.
Thanks to the statute of limitations, this douche bag gets full license to take advantage of vulnerable teenagers in her care, while she earns a fat paycheck and carries a respectable (NOT) title.
If I had my way, I'd publish her photo, full name and workplace to attach a permanent warning label where it NEEDS TO BE.
BUT, I will put myself at risk of a lawsuit if I name my ABUSER.
How is that fair?
SOBER + A.A. = ONE SICK FUCK.
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P.S. Today marks one year since Adam Died R.I.P.
Thursday 4/28 marks one year since my A.A. Sponsor physically assaulted me during a get together in his memory - and one full year since I escaped from THE CULT.
Saturday's post will detail the feelings I'm having a hard time dealing with today. XXX
'Till Next Time,
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