What I've Learned in a Year...
It's been just over a year since I found this place. When I first found MS, I was struggling desperately with some painful memories, flashbacks, and symptoms. Of course, it did get worse before it got better. This past year has been filled with more trauma and turmoil and recall and pain, and yet... I am here today. I am alive. I am surviving. And I have learned more about myself, my abuse, and what it means to survive that I ever could have imagined.
At MS, I have learned that I can admit to the deepest feelings of shame I have and no one will run the other way screaming. I have learned that I can struggle with drinking, suicidal feelings, and staying in therapy and no one will see it as failure if I slip. I have learned that talking about what happened to me helps not only myself but others in feeling not so alone. I have learned that I am not a "pussy" or "faggot" for crying when things get too tough to handle.
I have learned that my abuse was a very big deal. When I first came here, I was still passing it off as "my stepfather did some stuff to me." I can face some of what he did now. I have learned to relinquish the secret. I have learned to talk about the secrets and dark thoughts that I have kept inside since I was four. I have learned that no matter what I have for symptoms, fears, thoughts, flashbacks, setbacks, feelings... that there is always someone here willing to say, "Hey, me too..."
Thank you to everyone here. I cannot repay you for helping me through the past year. I hope that I have been there for those who needed to lean on someone as well. I have tried to be anyway. This is truly an amazing place. I could never have imagined the kind of true support and honesty I would find here when I stumbled upon the site last September.
At MS, I have learned that I can admit to the deepest feelings of shame I have and no one will run the other way screaming. I have learned that I can struggle with drinking, suicidal feelings, and staying in therapy and no one will see it as failure if I slip. I have learned that talking about what happened to me helps not only myself but others in feeling not so alone. I have learned that I am not a "pussy" or "faggot" for crying when things get too tough to handle.
I have learned that my abuse was a very big deal. When I first came here, I was still passing it off as "my stepfather did some stuff to me." I can face some of what he did now. I have learned to relinquish the secret. I have learned to talk about the secrets and dark thoughts that I have kept inside since I was four. I have learned that no matter what I have for symptoms, fears, thoughts, flashbacks, setbacks, feelings... that there is always someone here willing to say, "Hey, me too..."
Thank you to everyone here. I cannot repay you for helping me through the past year. I hope that I have been there for those who needed to lean on someone as well. I have tried to be anyway. This is truly an amazing place. I could never have imagined the kind of true support and honesty I would find here when I stumbled upon the site last September.