At this point, I don't think my T would be grossed out by anything I say. But there are still things I can't speak of. Because they are too terrible. I did a great job for a long time at not thinking about the worst of it. I knew it was there, but I was not allowed to think about it. Ever. But now I can't stop thinking about it, and it's f*cking awful. Flashbacks and dissociation galore. The rational side of me thinks I should tell T about it, so that I can get help and somehow move beyond this. Most of me thinks that's not possible, but part of me still does. But they are words I know I'll never be able to say aloud. Not to T, not to anyone. They are too awful and I am so terribly ashamed and embarrassed. I know T will tell me that it is not my fault, that they are things that happened to me, but he does not understand. I don't know if I can make him understand. And I'm afraid how much he'd hate me/be repulsed by me if he really did understand.
Ugh. I'm just in a really sucky place right now.