As a victim of sexual abuse, there are certain situations that I do not put myself into. For my own protection. For my own sanity. Healed or not, it is still a part of what shaped me into who I am. I didn't watch Last House on the Left. I knew the rape scene would be too much for me. It's healed, but a scar is still there and if you bump it too hard, there is a shooting pain. At the same time, I can stand in front of a room full of men and women, talking about my life with no problems at all. If it helps someone else heal, then it makes it all worth it.
Does that make sense?
I'm certainly not willing to live through it again.
Mach,
For the last 18 months I have taken everything he said, listened to what I thought was valid and tried to change it. Even before I knew about DB.
At this point, if he starts in on nasty, I have to, for myself, tell him he can't talk to me like and at least leave the room.
I have cracked the door on the Nucking Futhouse. A padded cell is starting to look pleasant.
