I just don't
I came out of a mental facility earlier this year and my parents paid for piano lessons, using all of their savings, for something i'd wanted for a long time.
my teacher is sexually abusing me.
he told me numerous times that nobody would believe me if i told them, i have a history of hallucinations and lying and it would be pointless.
everything i've ever heard about him has been complimentary. all of his students talk about how nice and kind he is and how he'd never hurt a fly. these students are generally brilliant and clever.
i'm not brilliant. i'm not pretty. i'm not remotely attractive or talented or even a little interesting. and i don't understand why it was me it happened to.