Mary's Little Lambs

If you’ve been abused, you spend years keeping silent and more than likely manage the way you feel, or don’t feel, alone.  For victims at young ages, such as myself, the magnitude of handling what’s happened alone, as a child, is overwhelming.  I often say that I’m okay and I handled it fine, but the reality is, no one ever does.  

Then you do something like me and begin to talk about it.  Some of the reason is to heal, some of the reason is to punish and some of the reason is because you want someone outed in case there are other victims like yourself you want to help heal as well. That was more my reason, and I’m glad I did.  Being one of two people I knew were abused, starting to speak up, and finding out there were so many others.  Did I help by talking about it?  Did I hurt?  I’ll never know, but at least I am conscious of how supportive I need to be to others.

This blog is for me and for whomever randomly signs up for it some day.  It received the acknowledgement and encouragement I so wanted by one or two family members and the same amount of friends, but that’s okay.   I’m used to being alone on this subject.  And maybe one day this stuff will help one person deal with it all - and that will make me happy.  But in the meantime, I’m still taking this solo journey.  Sad but true.