04/06/2025
🕊️ A Letter From My Future Self: What I Needed From You When I Was Just a Child
I was little. I didn’t have the language. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. But I felt it — in my gut, in my sleep, in how my body would freeze and my smile would disappear.
Now that I’m older, healing, and reclaiming my voice, I need you to hear what I couldn’t say back then.
I needed you to protect me.
Not with words — with actions. I needed you to step in, to remove me from harm, and to hold the abuser accountable under the law. I needed you to stop the silence, stop the secrets, and stop the cycle. Not just for me — but for every child who came after me.
I needed you to put an end to the repetition of historic trauma.
I needed you to see the signs.
The fear in my eyes. The way I shrank. The way I acted out or shut down. I wasn’t “difficult.” I was injured. I was doing whatever I could to survive.
I needed you to believe me.
No doubts. No defensiveness. No protecting the person who hurt me. Just this: “I believe you. You are not to blame. You are safe now.”
I needed help to regulate.
My body was on high alert. I didn’t know how to calm down, how to sleep, how to feel safe in my skin. I needed gentle guidance, soothing presence, structure, and compassion. I didn’t need to be “disciplined.” I needed to be held.
I needed space to express myself without pressure.
I couldn’t always talk. But I could move. I could draw, paint, write in a journal, dance it out. I needed trauma-informed adults to help me process my pain through creative, non-verbal ways — to trust my instincts even when I couldn’t explain them.
I needed long-term support, not a one-time check-in.
Abuse doesn’t just end when the abuse stops. I needed ongoing therapy. Safety I could count on. People who didn’t flinch when I got angry or scared. People who stayed, even when I pushed them away.
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Now I’m building myself back, piece by piece. But I carry the weight of what wasn’t done — the silence, the missed signs, the justice that never came.
So I ask you:
Be the adult who listens.
Be the adult who acts.
Be the adult who protects.
Be the adult who believes.
A child may never say these words out loud — but I promise you, they’re screaming them inside.
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With fierce hope,
Me — the child who needed you