Being diagnosed with PTSD, I've had to go back to the beginning and clean cobwebs, face demons, and do brave things. I was diagnosed after being in a very violent sexual relationship for 9 months but had been molested by my dad when I was younger. A week ago I had bariatric surgery and I realized that I can get pretty on the outside but it means nothing if my insides are trash. I always said my dads and my relationship and abuse will never be discussed, it's taboo, just leave it alone. Well a week before surgery I had a strong strong urge and it didn't go away until I acted on it. My dad lives down the street and comes over about once maybe twice a week and we watch movies. We don't and never have discussed my abuse. This day he was in the garage, sorting recyclables and I, out of nowhere asked him why he abused me. I told him that he really messed me up and I wanted to know why he thought he had the right. He explained. That was the hardest, bravest thing I have ever done.