I honestly just want to hug that poor boy. I want to take him in my arms and cry and cry and sob, and just tell him it's over, it will be okay now. There's no more monsters that can reach him :( that he can breath, that he can sleep soundly, that all his hurts will take time, but that they will heal... I want to cook for him, teach him how to cook his favorite meals, I want to tuck him in to sleep with cozy socks and the softest blanket there's is. In the morning I would give him the best bathroom I can find and tell him, that yes, bodily autonomy is a right that he is owned, that although he had been violated and humiliated so many times, now he can take his time, shower with tranquility, let the warm water embrace his hurt body and let all the tears and anxiety be washed away, let him soak in the bath for as long as the water holds its heat, provide with the best towel I could find. Not interrupt him, even give him the keys if he feels safer by locking it, and when he got out, there would be easy to chew and stomach foods for breakfast ;^; porridge, maybe an apple, I'd offer for him to pick a tea. Boil the water and serve him, let him breath the aroma peacefully, hold his hands if he allows me, offer to towel dry his hair :( ask if he wants me to brush it. I would be so mindful with my touch, so careful, because he is that precious and lovable. Not as an objectified person or a pawn in someone else's scheme, but just because he is alive and hasn't given up yet... I would tear up every time he allowed me to take care of him. I don't want him to depend on me, I want him to grow, to learn how to stand up by himself, learn what he likes, what are his objectives, dreams and just anything he likes to do! I would not push him to learn anything, but would strongly encourage with patience and love to find what brings joy to his eyes, what makes him smile, what can make him shine. Not only is his face pretty, but he himself is a gem... I want him to see himself with pride and love... What has happened I wouldn't be able to change, but I wanna provide and care for him with the best I can... I want to compliment him but would wait for him to allow himself to be, to just exist as someone, to be able to take in someone's words without fear. He isn't dumb, he was desperate and being dragged, killed and destroyed piece by piece by everyone he got into contact :( I want to help him find himself, to be able to find his voice, to be able to make his own choices, to be himself without any shame or pain.... I wouldn't erase or mold him in any way, I'd only try to gently guide and help... I love him so much, I want to be the parental figure he lacked.... Not in any way that would not be agape, unconditional love ;^; I love him... I want him to be able to be...
I honestly just want to hug that poor boy. I want to take him in my arms and cry and cry and sob, and just tell him it's over, it will be okay now. There's no more monsters that can reach him :( that he can breath, that he can sleep soundly, that all his hurts will take time, but that they will heal...
I want to cook for him, teach him how to cook his favorite meals, I want to tuck him in to sleep with cozy socks and the softest blanket there's is. In the morning I would give him the best bathroom I can find and tell him, that yes, bodily autonomy is a right that he is owned, that although he had been violated and humiliated so many times, now he can take his time, shower with tranquility, let the warm water embrace his hurt body and let all the tears and anxiety be washed away, let him soak in the bath for as long as the water holds its heat, provide with the best towel I could find. Not interrupt him, even give him the keys if he feels safer by locking it, and when he got out, there would be easy to chew and stomach foods for breakfast ;^; porridge, maybe an apple, I'd offer for him to pick a tea. Boil the water and serve him, let him breath the aroma peacefully, hold his hands if he allows me, offer to towel dry his hair :( ask if he wants me to brush it. I would be so mindful with my touch, so careful, because he is that precious and lovable.
Not as an objectified person or a pawn in someone else's scheme, but just because he is alive and hasn't given up yet... I would tear up every time he allowed me to take care of him. I don't want him to depend on me, I want him to grow, to learn how to stand up by himself, learn what he likes, what are his objectives, dreams and just anything he likes to do! I would not push him to learn anything, but would strongly encourage with patience and love to find what brings joy to his eyes, what makes him smile, what can make him shine.
Not only is his face pretty, but he himself is a gem... I want him to see himself with pride and love... What has happened I wouldn't be able to change, but I wanna provide and care for him with the best I can... I want to compliment him but would wait for him to allow himself to be, to just exist as someone, to be able to take in someone's words without fear.
He isn't dumb, he was desperate and being dragged, killed and destroyed piece by piece by everyone he got into contact :( I want to help him find himself, to be able to find his voice, to be able to make his own choices, to be himself without any shame or pain.... I wouldn't erase or mold him in any way, I'd only try to gently guide and help... I love him so much, I want to be the parental figure he lacked.... Not in any way that would not be agape, unconditional love ;^; I love him... I want him to be able to be...