Discussion on Child Abuse and Trauma

I don't know how I can talk in this video without crying.

But honestly, if I cry, I don't care, it won't matter to me.

Ah, when I heard about the girl who was raped by so many

people, I couldn't, I couldn't get past the story.

I realized I couldn't do it while I was on my way to train.

And from the time I was training until I got home, until I

sat down, even when I got up to study, I couldn't. I really couldn't

focus. My mind was completely consumed by it, I couldn't grasp

the brutality we've reached in this world. How

could we reach a point where we feel nothing? I don't understand.

I want, I want to understand how someone can hurt

someone like that right in front of them without feeling—without feeling sorry for them.

for them. W-without feeling, w-without feeling for that

person.

They say, for example, um,

if he just sees them crying, even just sees them cry, or sees them

hurt, or sees them upset, and still doesn't care, doesn't

feel… I want to understand, I just want to understand.

I swear, I keep pausing the video so I can continue, so I can talk

I keep crying so I can talk. I'm imagining that I

am a mother, for example, holding the phone like that mother.

and a child calls me and says, "I'm attacking a girl. How old is she?"

I'm trying to put myself in that situation to see what

that poor woman felt. Really, I swear, that poor woman, what she

felt. Poor thing, what she felt. That girl, what she

felt.

She just wanted to die at that moment.

I'm sure she just wanted to die. She's not the first, nor the last

one. She's not the first, nor the last one.

Truly, I've never been able to understand the brutality among

people. I've never been able to understand it. I've never been able

to understand it. Even in my specialty, I wanted to choose

criminology to understand how these people think,

but then I didn't choose it. I felt like I was going to get sick, I felt like I was going to get sick

and no longer trust anyone in this world.

I mean, a young girl, 17 or 18 or 16 or

She's fifteen, and they ruined her life. How can she live now?

They completely ruined her life.

Just because of someone who can't control his instincts.

Because he's sick, that's all. I-I can't— I can't even call you a

human. How, how do you feel? How,

how, how does your brain work? I-I can't comprehend it.

Honestly, I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't move on from this

at all.

Patience, that's all. Ah, I have nothing to say. God willing, my Lord,

God is sufficient for us, and He is the best Disposer of affairs, every one of them.

God willing, they'll be held accountable in this life and the next, both.

And God willing, since God gave her another life to live, since

she has another chance to live, since she has her place in this world.

God willing, may God give patience to the mother who endured it all.

That's all.