She told me that I should just try not to think about it. That if I quit thinking about it so much, it will just go away. I told her that I don't think that is a reasonable suggestion...that I can't just not think about it between the nightmares and the flashbacks. She suggested that I "take my thoughts captive" and recite a Bible verse to myself every time it comes to mind--that that will help me submit my thoughts to the will of God.
What the (insert inappropriate word here)? Who says that to their kid? As a minister and as someone who is almost finished with their master's in counseling, I have to say that that is the most ridiculous suggestion I have ever heard.
She rolled her eyes at me. I could have slapped her.
Before, I felt alone because no one in my family knew about what had happened to me. Now I feel alone because they have made it evident that they don't care. I am empty, I am hurting, I am disgusted.