This is me with my youngest cousin. I was 8 years old. This is during the time that I was being sexually abused by my neighbors. I have been triggered thinking about this. I remember when this little boy was born. It was when my abuse started. And when I think about that little girl, just needing to get attention of any sort, it makes me want to cry. And I am. This little boy loved me very much, in fact his mother and I were the only two people who he would let hold him. He wouldn't cry a bit if we held him. He knew that I was good and safe. And now it is time for me to tell myself that same thing. I am good and safe. I am loved and accepted. I don't need to hunger for attention anymore, I have it. I am not now and have never been bad or dirty. It was not my fault. It was not my fault. It was not my fault!