Thirty years ago, I was brutally raped—a trauma that shadowed my life for decades. For years, my abuser evaded justice, living freely while I struggled to heal. Today, that nightmare has taken a turn. At 80 years old, my abuser has finally been sentenced to prison, his past catching up with him.
In court, he expressed fear about spending his final years behind bars, but justice must prevail regardless of age. This conviction is a powerful reminder that perpetrators can be held accountable, no matter how much time has passed. For survivors like me, it offers a measure of closure and hope that the truth will ultimately come to light.
Though scars remain, knowing my abuser is now confined brings a sense of relief and empowerment. No one should live in fear of their attacker. Justice may be delayed, but it is never denied.