Okay, so it’s been suggested to me to not publish anything at this moment that speaks directly to the class action or the subject of the class action as it has entered a critical phase.
I watched a movie yesterday on Netflix titled “The Luckiest Girl Alive”.
The film centres around an adult woman who is trying to make the perfect life for herself in order to hide her past.
Her past involves surviving a school shooting with allegations that she may have been involved with the shooting.
As the story progresses we learn that just prior to the school shooting she had been raped by three of the popular boys. During the shooting two of the boys are killed and one boy survives but is paralyzed.
At the time of the rape the girl was blamed for being assaulted with her own mother hinting that her own daughter was loose.
The school didn’t want anything to proceed legally.
And in the aftermath of the shooting, the paralyzed boy was looked upon with sympathy from the community and it appears that in order to scuttle any chance of the girl ever bringing rape charges against the boy and ruining his new found stardom, it was leaked to the community that she was implicated in the shooting.
In the end, everything unravels, as an adult she is able to get the paralyzed boy to confess to the fact the he did rape her.
This movie, along with “unbelievable” have a somewhat bittersweet taste for me.
Whereas the female characters in these two films receive their justice at the end of the film, there won’t be any such thing for me.
The babysitter will always be the innocent little angel.
I will forever be the homosexual pervert that allowed the babysitter to do what he did to myself and my brother.
When I talked with the babysitter’s father in 2015, he absolutely loved his son. He blamed himself for what his son had done.
My father threw me under the fucking train. No matter how bad my mental health issues were and no matter how bad the trauma had fucked me up, it was my fault.
Beeshive 