I remembered more abuse yesterday. It's like once I was marked everybody had their turn with me. Like a giant sign on your forehead saying this person probably won’t tell on you if you abuse them.
This is the second time I'v remember abuse just walking home from downtown Mountain View. I don't know what triggers, right after crossing the train tracks and waiting for that long light. Twice now my brain chose that exact time to dump additional memories of, in this case, how camp counselors behaved when they told me to stay in the locker room after the other kids left.