I was abused by my 2 brothers and a cousin starting at age 12 or so. I'm 47 now. I thought everything was fine... until June of this year when everything started to fall apart. I was dealing with PTSD the whole time but didn't really know it until it got to bad for me to control it. My T has been great and I'm now dealing with things I thought "I'd never tell another living soul. Things I thought I'd take to my grave! " I feel a huge weight lifted off of me having told what happened to me as a child. I feel I've found my voice and myself again, I've freed that hurt, abused little girl from my childhood. I will let my patents know what happened, I won't hide anymore. I won't be shamed anymore. We need to find what ever it is that helps each of us heal, and move forward in any way that we can to live the best life we can. We each have our own time frame for healing, so we can't compare ourselves to anyone else as each story is unique. Hang in there and know time usually helps to heal the wounds. ;):hug: