Keeping it secret doesn’t lessen the trauma, but at least it hides it. No wonder so many never report. Provided you can even wade through all the bullshit pressed on you from such a young age—that shirt shows her collarbone/shoulder/midriff; it’s distracting the boys, but she’s five—and understand that it’s not your fault, it was never your fault, there’s row after row of people waiting to tell you why it is.
