I was molested and raped by a babysitter when I was about 7. That, in and of itself, is pretty traumatizing, but I luckily got the counselling I needed and had/have a very supportive family. Like I said, that was traumatizing, but I don’t think I really understood it at the time. The next year though, my dad, stepmom, my brother, and I went to Disney in Florida. We’re from Canada, so it’s a far trip. As soon as we get into Disney World, about 1 minute past the gates I swear I saw my former babysitter. And I just scream and hide behind my dad and just start crying and crying and crying. All the pain and trauma just surfaced at that moment and I did the only things I could think to do, which was hide. The trip itself was overall a good one, but the thing I remember the most, even 22 years later, is being positive that I saw the guy who hurt me.