Matthew Buroker, My Abuser
TW: abuse, DV, sexual assault, rape, trauma It has been over half my life since the abuse had began… And, I could never bring myself to speak about it publicly. He isn’t even here anymore, and I live in fear of the outcome of speaking my truth, and shedding light on what I endured from a very young age. I am getting my tattoo covered that includes my abuser’s name. I refuse to live with a constant reminder of the pain he caused, and continues to cause in my every day life. I am very conflicted about my feelings on this matter, as you will learn as my story continues. This might get extremely graphic. My family doesn’t even know all of these details. Where do I even begin? I guess I’ll just start from the very beginning. We were both in the marching band together (I was in color guard, he played the baritone). We basically ended up meeting and talking through a mutual friend though. I didn’t really pay him much attention… He just wasn’t my type, and I knew my friend liked him...