Isn’t it sad, that I, the survivor, am the one worrying about “inconveniencing” people?
I don’t want to sleep in the house where it happened because it’s triggering.
But I won’t say anything because I don’t want to “inconvenience” the owners of the house who want me to visit.
I want to avoid the person I suspect, because it’s painful to be around them, wondering.
But I show up to the party anyway because I don’t want to “inconvenience” my friends and family.
I want to take his advice, and be selfish, ask questions, and not worry about other people’s responses.
But I don’t. Because I don’t want to “inconvenience” anyone. I don’t want to bring up painful memories, or get people angry, or spread rumors, or make accusations.
I just want to know.
I just want peace.
I just want to stop being an inconvenience.