The pastor when I was four, who fondled me inappropriately, I was blamed for his hard-on with me. Four, of all things.
I remember what I was told that was arousing him. I was stimming, oh yes four year old in the middle of church, just hapened to be stimming (before stimming ever had a name for the repedative hand flapping) and I was in trouble for giving him a hard wood.
Redirected blame is so unkind.
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