The fact of my own fault in what occurred, my insistence on inviting the disgusting, my compartmentalization by which I kept being "happy" to see it, all of the above to my failure to adults when something could have still been done about it.
Have I forsaken the right to feel disgusted? I'm starting to feel that. I begin to feel revulsion and moral outrage, but I feel like a pretender. That I'm too unclean to judge anything.
Have I forsaken the right to feel disgusted? I'm starting to feel that. I begin to feel revulsion and moral outrage, but I feel like a pretender. That I'm too unclean to judge anything.