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"Just get over it!" Such insidious words. How many times have we heard those words spoken by people who failed to protect us, well meaning souls unable to comprehend our pain, by ourselves when the pain of transformation and rebirth are to close and terrifying?
I say let's change "just get over it" to: let me help you shoulder it!
I am here for you and my arms, shoulders, voice and prayers are here for you to help You HEAL from IT!
It would take so much to be a survivor of any one of these horrific crimes against you..... to be a survivor of them all and to have the courage to tell your story in such a way..AMAZING!!
I am blown away by your strength and courage and grateful for you sharing this story, may doing so help you and others on your healing journey. I wish you love and happiness xo
That was beautifully written. And I know that the bigger issue should make that less important, and I know that the repeated violations shouldn't be negated by how impressive the writing was. But I also know this...it takes a special person to write all of that, without only a singular rage, and to be able to question the whys that led to the horrible. A big person.
Someone else said it best when they said there are no magic words, no quick fix that instantly makes it all better. I think you’ve done about the best thing anyone can do and that’s to put it out there, get it farther away from your psyche. I don’t think it will every completely go away, but I think you will find that you have power over it and that you can make it leave your mind and soul for longer and longer periods of time. You have to because that’s the only way that good can fit in to fill that space.
Here’s hoping you find the peace and happiness you very much deserve.
My last few weeks of this college semester have kept me away from reading. Wanted to give my full attention to the posts that were written. I'm so glad that I did.
Reading this made me reflect on the questions I received and still receive from people wanting to know why my abusers abused me. "Were they abused?" And truly, I don't have the answer as to why. And reading this made me realize that perhaps there is no specific answer - other than they are monsters.
Thank you for sharing. Thank you for speaking out. Thank you for making me think.
Many blessings to you.
I have read and reread your post over the past few days, trying to figure out just what it is I want to say. I go over and over in my mind why my abuser did the things he did, but I can never come up with a reason that truly justifies it all. I have blamed the world, I have hated myself, I have pushed it to the back of my mind as if it didn't happen... but none of those things have made it go away. You are so strong and brave to be able to speak out... to be able to face it and start healing. Thank you for sharing your story. Prayers for peace and self love... you are worth it!
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My mind and my gut is abuzz with rage for you. It's palpable. For you to deal with this...you're a strong woman and I admire you.
Thank you for writing this.
Tip of a knife poetry, your story. Cuts us open and let's the pain out. There's beauty in that.
Everyone says more eloquent things than I do in response to such brutality, it seems, but you know what? Fuck THOSE guys. I'm sorry for what they did to you. No one should have to go through any, much less all, of that and it makes me so angry and sad that you had to.
I hope writing it down helps. I hope that time is helping to heal.
We love you so fucking much and we're here for you. We understand. Oh, how we understand everything. I wish none of us did. But we do. And we love you.
Thank you. For everything.
I'm so glad you came here, brought your words and your brave, beautiful self and shared it all with us. You are an amazing woman- and the strength, the intricacy of intellect, the artistic creativity that rages through your universe and the wonderful courage you excavate from the darkest reaches of your shadows... simply breathtaking. Always know that you are adored, you are loved and you are Now.
Thank you all so very much for supporting my words, my story, my struggle to live life through a cloud of dust that's left behind when people do things like this. And not just to me. I'm so proud to be a part of this site, among men and women who show courage and bravery and inspire others to do the same.
Thank you. And Maggie, DAMMIT, I love you. ;)
“But blaming the world failed to make a difference, hating myself has proven ineffective.”
You have no reason to hate yourself. You are 100% not guilty for the abuse you suffered at the hands of others. Your abusers are 100% guilty for what they did to you.
“Perhaps I should just push it to the back of my mind. Get over it. Stop wondering.”
You can try, but I suspect that memories of these events will keep revisiting you until you deal with them. I am well aware of how much that absolutely sucks. Your story is well written, thoughtful, honest, and moving. Thank you for sharing it. My prayers are for you throughout your recovery.
My heart aches for you. No one should have to suffer what you did. Perhaps in sharing your story, you will find some level of peace. And know that your story has touched my heart...
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I'm so sorry these things happened to you.
It's very hard to get over the pain of things we lost, or never had, in childhood. I hope that you find a way to make peace with all of this, maybe you already have. I hope you have.
To read such beautiful words, used to relay such horrific crimes, leaves me shaking . . .
I am so sorry, my friend . . .
My heart hurts for the child you once were and the innocence that was stolen from you, but it also swells with pride at the courage you have shown by sharing your story. You are making a difference and your impact is profound. For that, I thank you.
Thank you for sharing your story. It's important. It will help. It will be a beginning. There are monsters in the world and though it hasn't helped to know that, it will help you to separate from them. I'm so sorry for all you've been through. You are helping the rest of us.
I admittedly couldn't comment on this post when I first read it on your site, even though I wanted to, even though my heart was breaking for you, still is breaking for you.
Eight years after someone I trusted took advantage of the fact that I couldn't move, couldn't say no, and it's still hard for me to read the word "rape." To think about the word, and what it means, and how it felt, and what I didn't feel, and what took me so long to feel afterward, and what I'm still working through, and what, eight years later, I can and can't talk about.
All of that to say: I love you, friend. You are brave and inspiring and beautiful.
What strength it takes to speak out. I'm sorry to the core that this happened to you, to a child. And thank you for sharing your story.
Perhaps we should all link hands and shout our anger at a world where things like this happen...until our voices are heard and this violence stops.
Perhaps we already are.
Thank you for adding your voice and sharing your pain...you've helped me with your perspective and your words.
I am so sorry that you were used like that. What wretched people. I don't think there is anything to understand, honestly. Those people and their actions are rips in the fabric of society. They have no place.
Your strength and will to survive is amazing.
The truth is too murky for us to know it all, I think. It may be easier to turn them into stark monsters, clearly evil, clearly beyond all perhaps. But you're right--it doesn't help much.
What isn't a perhaps is that you're incredibly strong to write this. And I have tears in my eyes for you. Thank you for sharing the searing beauty of your words.
I actually had to go back and read this twice. Words caught my attention (and not the ones you'd think) and made me think of my own experiences. While it's horrifying to think that people like them exist in the world, it's good to know that you are not the only one that has been forced to face them.
God bless, and thank you for sharing this.