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i am so humbled by your courage, so inspired by your voice, and so happy that you have found someone good.
I am so happy you have found someone that recognises your worth. I think you do too,and if not, it will come, because you deserve it.
Thank you for sharing your story, for the way you told it, and for the raw honesty with which you wrote. I am sad for the girl you were. I was that girl too. I made it out of high school with my virginity intact, but didnt make it that way to college. And there was so much shame.
Thank you for sharing your story. You've inspired me to share this site with others, with those who think their lives are untouched by these stories. The range in experiences that come up in the stories here on VU is so important. Abuse and violence takes so many different forms, and all of it is wrong. Thank you for sharing, and I'm so glad you were able to get to the place you have.
Sometimes it's impossible to understand the truth until you read it in someone else's story. That was the case with me, so I understand how that happens. But it IS the truth. You were NOT at fault, were NEVER at fault, and I am so unutterably grateful that you realize that now.
Tears can heal.
Memories or non-memories - either way abuse happens in all shapes, places, and times of life. Thank goodness you are a survivor and have shared your story - believe me, it will help so many because you reached out to Maggie's website. Thanks to both of you!!!!
You can know something in your head all day long, but until your heart chooses to accept certain tokens of knowledge, they are of no real value.
I'm so glad you've reached (and are reaching beyond) this place. Some things in life deserve thunderous applause. >:o)
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No matter how many times people say, "It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault," you have to get to the point where YOU feel it, know it, hold it close to your heart; I am so glad that reading other's stories has helped you get to this point. Peace.
I read. I read every story and I just want to send peace to each and every one of you. Thank you for sharing.
This is why. This is the point. This is the whole reason behind VU. So that all of those who come here whether they choose to tell a story or not, can read their own lives in the words of another. So that they can know -- down in that place where you know stuff -- that they aren't the only ones. That someone understands, someone "gets it". Someone knows their pain and someone has survived it.
Sometimes the authors write for their own peace. Sometimes they write even though they've made their peace, because they want to pass it on to someone else.
And sometimes in the process, they realize that they haven't yet made that peace, and that there's still a "Damascus Road Moment" waiting to happen to them. Your story seems to fall into this last group. And because of that I'm doubly thankful to you for telling it. Thankful that you gave this gift of reclaimed innocence to someone else, and perhaps more thankful that you've given it to yourself. Because what happened to you was never your fault. "No" should have been enough. You did the thing you felt was right, the thing you believed in. And it should have been enough. The fact that it wasn't does not make you guilty. It doesn't make you "less than".
And it doesn't require you to perform a penance of blood, literal of metaphorical.
It sounds like you realize that now. I only wish that it hadn't taken this long.
But you should find solace in not only the gift you've given here, but in the one you give every day in your work. As someone before me has already noted, the experiences of that naive little girl made her into a strong and compassionate advocate for those who still suffer and there can never be too many of those.
Thank you. For what you've done here, and for what you continue to do.
Every SINGLE STORY here puts me at a loss for words, yet I feel compelled to write because I so much want to help.
I just don't know how.
I'm sorry for what you went through. I'm sorry for the pain he caused. I want to string him up by his "implement" for what he did.
Yet, somehow I know there is good that comes of this. It may seem trite, but it is not: your story helps others to cope with their own pain. Thank you for sharing.
More good: out of this grows a person of greater compassion, greater understanding, greater maturity, greater strength, greater mercy. And God knows this world needs all of that.
I don't know what to say.
You are incredible. You are beautiful. Your soul is brilliant. You are a gift to us and to everyone around you.
Amazing. I'm so glad you were able to read that sentence, that it's here for us to read, and that now you know, not just in your head, but in your soul, that it wasn't your fault.
This has never been your fault. I am glad you have allowed that to be true now. I wish you, and the child you were, peace and strength xxx