I have been silent for 25 years, but I can not hide anymore. I do not want to live my life as a lie, hiding my feelings, trying to be the perfect daughter, mother, wife, boss. Trying to hide myself and pretend that its okay. it wasn't okay, I am not okay. I am hurt, mad, sad, anxious, I am a survivor and I'm pissed about it. I am not going to be shamed into silence any longer. My abusers were the bad ones, not me.
A year ago I wouln't have said these words. A year ago I couldn't say the word sexual assault. I have worked hard this last year and found a great T who I am so so so grateful to have. I was alone in a dangerous world. I have come far, but still have such a long way to go. Do we really heal from this? Or is this a part of who I am, this violent story? Has this defined me, or can I claim this history withour shame?
Thank you for being here, thank you for reading, thank you for supporting each other. I hope that as I unfold my story in this blog that my story can inspire others.