I’ve read a few entries of VU already, and each one brings me closer to an adamant truth that part of my past did happen, it mattered, it should’ve been dealt with, I should have been protected, believed, and helped. I should not have had to deal with it alone, to feel guilty, to allow that incidence and how “loved” ones reacted affect the rest of my intimate friendships and other relationships in the future.

YOU, Kay, have helped another, by helping yourself. Thank you. My hot tears and loosening knot thank you, from a deeply stored and shelved little me, many years ago.

On my blog, I write about my experiences as an incest survivor. I was the age of 11 when first an uncle and then a few months later, my dad raped me. It took years of counseling before I could call it rape. I didn’t say no. I didn’t say anything to either of these men. I was raised to obey adults no matter what they told me to do. If they had asked, I would have said no. I wasn’t given that option. I saw myself as bad and deserving of such treatment. I thought I was at fault.

You took a huge step in writing about this abuse. It will now be easier to talk about. Don’t shut yourself back down. You did the hardest part. Now choose someone that you trust and talk it out of your mind and body for your own healing. Find someone who isn’t going to ask you “Aren’t you tired of talking about this yet?” You have held it in for years. Now you need to talk about it and feel all of the anger and hurt that you have been holding in and denying. Not everyone is safe for you to tell it too. Let your gut guide you as to who is safe and who is not. Someone else already said find a counselor. I second that statement.

Again, thanks for sharing your story. It not only heals you. Telling your story allows others the right to heal as well.

and, you’ll have women along the way, who will help and listen and know you did nothing wrong.

we’ve all been there.