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I’m 17 and started a new job a few weeks ago where we mainly build walls. One guy’s job is to sheath the walls with plywood, but he’s extremely slow. I actually timed it, and I can finish two 12-foot walls—while cutting out windows and doorways and cutting sheets down to fit in the amount of time it takes him to finish one wall, and he only has to make one cut to the sheet.
At one point, I was cutting the lumber for the walls and ended up about five walls ahead, so I went over and helped him. Once I started helping, we were able to knock the walls out pretty quickly.
He asked me why I was helping, and I told him, “Because you’re slowing everyone down.” There were two other people, including me, who literally couldn’t do any more work because we were waiting on him.
He got pissed and told me I didn’t know anything and should just stick to doing whatever my job was for the day. I get that I’m only 17 and relatively new, but at the same time, if three people are standing around unable to work because one person is holding everything up, I don’t see why helping should be a problem.

I don’t know how to say this without feeling like I’m going to break.
For years, I’ve treated it like it was a bad dream.
I tell myself it happened a long time ago. I tell myself it’s over. I tell myself I should be fine by now.
Because that’s what you’re supposed to do with nightmares, right?
You wake up.
You realize you’re safe.
And eventually, you forget.
Except I didn’t forget.
It’s been four years since it ended, and I still remember.
Not every second. Not every detail. But enough.
Enough that sometimes a memory comes back and I’m not seventeen anymore. I’m that little kid again, wondering why someone I was supposed to be able to trust was making me feel trapped.
I remember being pressured until I gave in.
I remember being scared to keep saying no because I knew the begging wouldn’t stop.
I remember feeling like my only choice was to make it end by giving him what he wanted.
And I hate that sometimes my own brain turns around and asks me:
Why did you say yes?
I wish I could answer that question by screaming.
Because I was a fucking kid.
Because I didn’t understand what was happening.
Because I didn’t know that being pressured until you give in isn’t the same thing as wanting something.
Because sometimes saying yes is just what a scared kid does when they don’t know how to make someone stop.
I didn’t know the words for what was happening.
I didn’t know I was allowed to tell someone.
I didn’t know that I could make it someone else’s problem.
So I kept it to myself.
And there were moments when someone could have found out.
Someone could have walked in.
Someone could have looked a little closer and realized that what looked normal from the outside wasn’t normal at all.
But nobody did.
And I think about that more than I want to admit.
What if someone had noticed?
What if someone had asked me if I was okay?
What if I’d had the courage to say the truth?
Maybe someone would have known.
Maybe somebody would have protected me.
Maybe I wouldn’t have spent years wondering whether what happened to me was bad enough to count.
That’s what hurts.
Not just what happened.
But how young I was when I learned to hide it.
I learned how to smile afterward.
I learned how to act normal.
I learned how to shove it somewhere in the back of my mind and pretend it wasn’t there.
I learned how to call it a dream because calling it what it really was felt too painful.
But it wasn’t a dream.
It was my childhood.
And someone took something from that childhood that I can never get back.
I’m seventeen now.
Twelve years have passed since it started.
Four years since it ended.
And I still carry that little kid around with me.
He deserved someone to notice.
He deserved someone to believe him.
He deserved someone to tell him, “You don’t have to let this happen just because you’re scared.”
He deserved to know that none of it was his fault.
And I wish more than anything that I could go back and be that person for him.
I wish I could pick him up, hold him, and tell him that he didn’t do anything wrong.
That he wasn’t disgusting.
That he wasn’t responsible for another person’s choices.
That giving in didn’t make it his fault.
That he was just a kid trying to survive something he never should have been put through.
But I can’t go back.
So I’m seventeen, four years removed from it, still trying to convince myself that I’m allowed to hurt over something that happened when I was little.
Still trying to understand why something that ended years ago can still feel so close.
Still pretending it was just a bad dream.
Because admitting it wasn’t a dream means admitting that it really happened.
And sometimes I think that’s what I’ve been running from this whole time.
Not the memory.
Not even him.
The truth.
It happened to me.
And I was just a kid.

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My mom was away on a work trip at the time, and I ended up forgetting about the whole thing until my dad brought it up in a conversation about a week ago. Now I’m wondering if I was wrong for declining the acceptance or for not telling my mom about it sooner. She said I was wrong and that I should take the opportunities I’m given, and she also said that I never tell her anything. I understand why she might be upset that I didn’t tell her, but at the same time, I don’t feel like I made the wrong decision about trade school because I had already figured out that an apprenticeship is the path I actually want to take.

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