I said to Dumbledore on day one itself.
“Voldemort is speaking about me.
Why are people speaking to me that way?”
But people ganged up and tortured me and silenced me.
Dumbledore said that.
No one is speaking about me.
I’m sick that’s why I’m asking that question.
I was on the verge of dying my whole life.
I kept repeating the same question to Dumbledore.
Again and again and again.
That was the crucial piece of the puzzle.
I was told that I’m sick.
That’s why I’m asking that question.
I was kept in the dark, silenced and tortured inhumanly.
I was made to question my own reality.
I was tortured inhumanly.
Sexually, physically, mentally and psychologically.
If I knew why.
I would have explained everything on day one itself.
Unless you tell me what’s happening.
I wouldn’t know what’s happening.
I cannot read minds.
After a point.
Whenever I asked that question.
Dumbledore would say things like.
I need to be admitted in the hospital.
Everyone called me crazy.
Everyone blamed my perception.
So one day.
I stopped asking.
I accepted that I’m sick.
I was on the verge of dying for more than a decade.
I couldn’t understand what was happening.
I didn’t understand my story myself.
This is solid proof that I didn’t know why people were speaking to me in a special way.
If I knew why.
I would have explained everything on day one itself.
I went through insurmountable pain and suffering.
That would be an understatement.
I was crazy, which is a normal reaction to torture.
I was on the verge of dying for more than a decade.
rachana rajan <3 