Well, this just kicked my PTSD up into high gear, so I’m going to be signing off for a bit. One day I’ll probably be able to handle shit like this more gracefully, in like twenty years or so, but right now it’s just reminding me that when I was eight years old an evil fucker decided I’d like it if he forced me to have sex with him, and convinced himself he wasn’t forcing me. He’s dead now, and i’m glad, but I’m never going to be able to not wonder what I would have turned out if that hadn’t happened to me.

I hope that no more violence occurs and that the rest of our foreign service staff stays safe.