This one’s personal. Not hypothetical. Not theoretical. Not distant.
I was molested.
For years.
By someone in my own family.
I didn’t come forward then. I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even able to fully understand it, much less say it out loud.
And like so many survivors, it took years of healing—years of carrying a truth that scorched my insides—for me to get to a place where I could even begin to speak it.
So let me ask you something:
Why is there a statute of limitations on child molestation?
Because let me tell you something from someone who lived it:
Abuse doesn’t come with a timer.
Healing sure doesn’t.
And trauma? That crap clings to your bones, your voice, your relationships. For life.
So why does the law say, “Well, it’s been X number of years—guess it’s too late”?
Too late for what?
Too late to acknowledge what happened?
Too late to hold someone accountable?
Too late to protect the other people they almost certainly went on to harm?
Because make no mistake—when someone molests a child, it’s rarely a one-time thing. If they got away with it once, they probably got away with it again. And every day that goes by, every year the law stays silent, gives them more cover.
Let’s be real:
The statute of limitations doesn’t protect victims.
It protects predators.
It gives them a countdown to safety.
And it tells people like me, like us, that our pain has a shelf life. That justice expires.
It doesn’t.
It shouldn’t.
Survivors often stay silent because they don’t feel safe. Because they were threatened. Because they were manipulated. Because they didn’t even understand what was happening to them until years later. And when they finally find the strength to come forward, what are they met with?
“Sorry. Time’s up.”
That is not justice. That is betrayal. By a system that should be fighting for us, not against us.
And I don’t care how many years have passed—what happened to me is still not okay.
It wasn’t okay then.
It’s not okay now.
And it won’t ever be okay.
So if you’re reading this and you’ve lived through something similar, I see you.
If you’re still carrying it, still navigating the wreckage, still trying to find your voice—you are not alone.
And if you’ve never understood why survivors don’t “just report it” right away, this is why.
Because we’ve been silenced, doubted, shamed, blamed.
And then, when we finally rise up and speak… the law says, “Too late.”
Nah…
We deserve better than that.
Truth doesn’t expire.
Pain doesn’t expire.
And—justice shouldn’t either.
XOXO, Jani
