This is my first post on this site, though I’ve read many of the accounts here with interest, sympathy, sadness, and pain. I've hesitated to contribute, held back by that wretched mix of timidity, reticence, and fear—feelings that stem from my own experiences as a child who suffered sexual abuse.
Although I was a child long ago, the ripples—and sometimes the bloody Richter-scale aftershocks—of that abuse still overwhelm me, even after years of good and helpful therapy. What I’ve realised hasn’t helped, despite being understandable, is hiding the truth of my life from others, covering up the emotional fallout, and living, in some ways, as a false version of myself. It has been a necessary psychological defence for much of my life; this hiding away - but I am hoping to shift it and maybe this first post is a step in a good direction for me.
Anyway, thank you anyone who reads this and I hope to stay in touch.