Is this sexual abuse or am I blowing things out of proportion?
When I was 14 I had a part-time job at a care home. My manager was very friendly towards me, and I quickly warmed to him. One day I was talking to him about my backache (I was a cross country runner back then and used to get horrendous back pain) and he mentioned that he was a qualified masseuse with certificates to prove it, and would I like him to take a look? I remember being immediately shocked at this, not only because he was being so forward about rubbing my back for me but because he was my boss. I said nothing and it wasn't mentioned again for a while. Then one afternoon after I had finished my shift he brought up the subject of my back again. He said would I like it looked at. I don't know what made me say yes, but I agreed. He told me I had to take off my top for him to get a proper look, but it would be in a dark locked room so it would be OK. He got too close. He started rubbing my chest and then dropped his pants. I was frozen to the spot. I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything. And I'm an idiot for not running away. But I was completely frozen with fear. I was 14 and had never done anything sexual before. I remember him talking to me about it afterwards, telling me that there was a line and he had crossed over it and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone or he'd get into trouble. Being an idiot I agreed and nothing was said. I carried on working there for a couple of months, terrified of him but equally terrified of speaking out. I told myself it was my fault and he had done nothing wrong because I let it happen by not walking away. Then one day he asked me to go shopping with him as he needed an extra pair of hands for groceries at the nursing home. On the way back to work he told me he had to stop at his house which was just down the road to pick something up, and that I might as well come it to save me from getting bored. Again, like an idiot, I agreed. To cut a long story short, he molested me in his room. He started to give me another back rub "to see how my muscles were doing" and that ended up with his hand in between my legs.
Now I know this sounds like an obvious case of sexual abuse but Im so confused. I'm not sure whether the fact I kep quiet throughout this and never told him where to shove it means that actually, he was technically doing nothing wrong. But on the other hand, I was 14, terrified and defenseless. This was 7 years ago and Ive not said anything since. Its just recently its really starting to affect me and I start crying whenever I think about it. You know those stories you hear when people have something reall bad happening to them and their memory blocks it out to help them forget? Well that's happened to me too, and this makes me doubt myself even more. I know what he did was wrong, but I'm not sure how far I am allowed to feel that what I did wasn't just as wrong.
I'm so confused and I finally need closure. Please help.
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Thanks for your help. I have thought about this but I don't know what good it will do as all I have is his name and a blurry image of him in my head. He could be on the other side of the world for all I know. So would the police actually be able to find him?