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She did say something yesterday that I found validating... She asked me whether or not I told anyone at the time, which I did, I told my mother. Then she asked me if my mother ever discussed it with me, the answer to that is a resounding NO. She believed me, he wasn't welcome in our home after that, but nothing was ever said. My T's response was, "That's fucked up." The more I think about it, I think that's exactly what I needed to hear. It is fucked up that everything was swept under the rug. It's fucked up that I was left to deal with this, or not deal with it, on my own. Of course, she didn't just leave it at "that's fucked up", but that initial reaction is what I keep hearing in my head. It makes me think that maybe its not my fault that I'm so damaged. I'm sure that thought will waver and I'll have a hard time truly believing it, but right now it's flickering at the back of my mind.