Survivor2Thriver
Gold Member
I feel my other option might be to write a book or a diary at least at first, but each time I have written anything in my 'rape diary' it has connected me so strongly to forgotten or suppressed emotions and horror, that it sends me spinning off into all kinds of flashbacks and unmanageable states. I am stunned by the force of it.
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My story from birth onwards has been one of no support, from my parents onwards. I do have some good friends, though I have lost several along the way, but I have no capability at present for asking for help, practical or otherwise. I share some things with them, on some kind of superficial level, but I just feel I would push them away or bore them, and above all I don't want to be a burden.
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Learning to be vulnerable seems to be the only way to let other people in, but it terrifies me.
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