Once, walking home on a clear Princeton night, when a friend remarked, Looking at the stars, I feel my own futility, Panovsky replied, All I feel is the futility of the stars

Once, walking home on a clear Princeton night, when a friend remarked, Looking at the stars, I feel my own futility, Panovsky replied, All I feel is the futility of the stars

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Why do strangers want to project their own dysfunction onto others? When I told my mother I was okay she never questioned it. My family accepted that easily, but that did not absolve Polanski. My mother showed me that I did not have to accept being used that way and it was worth a struggle to prove that, no matter what the cost to our family. So why do others insist I must suffer, and that if I do not display the correct amount of agony and shame, that there must be something wrong with me? I don’t have to be injured to prove what Roman did was wrong. His intent was certainly not to injure or frighten me. People don’t like facts that don’t fit with their preconceptions. When you see how ugly and spiteful some of these people have been to me it shows that they really don’t care about my welfare at all. So then what is the point? read more

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