Throughout my 43 years, I have never had anyone in my life, care enough to want to know about the sexual abuse I suffered as a child.
I’ve used the term paedophile, and people just assume what happened. But, no-one has ever asked me if I need to share the details. My mother didn’t care. She was too busy blaming me for the paedophile abusing my sister. I have nightmares still about seeing him abusing her.
Since childhood, no-one has ever wanted to know if I need to share these details.
So, they remained a dirty, vile, shameful secret inside me.
Secrets my inner child still feels, still has deep fear about.
Secrets my inner child still feels deep shame, blame and guilt about.
Even in counselling, it’s been made clear that exposure therapy, is not appropriate, and I’ve always agreed with that. Until now. Yes, exposure therapy can be re-traumatising. But, keeping…
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