How timely is it that this revelation occurred on a Thursday? Throwback Thursday!
There’s nothing more refreshing than finally knowing what caused all these chaos. All these trauma.
It’s overwhelming and unbelievable to get confronted by my amygdala. The wonders of the human brain. It’s just unbelievable and must I say, brilliant?
Finally, after burying every single detail from when I was 11 and 13 and 14, the memory of each experience have returned and the reunion was bittersweet. I have come to terms with the bitterness of the traumatic experience but let’s not fail to acknowledge the sweetness of knowing why all these tears, why the depression?
I have come to terms and I am at peace with the fact that yes, I was sexually abused by a child.
Not raped but well, sexually abused.
Not by strangers, no. But by people I am related to.
Not my dad, not my brothers, not my uncles, not my cousins.
I was sexually abused and when I was 11, 13 and 14, I didn’t even know it was called THAT. All I know was it felt wrong but I didn’t know what was right.
It was not an intercourse. My virginity was not taken but it was equally as scarring as any form of sexual abuse.