Exploring Hope
New Here
First, I don't like those words. I don't want the prefix of "sufferer", I don't want to check the box called "victim." I don't want to have PTSD. I don't want to barricade my bedroom door with furniture. I don't want to make jokes about "my meds" and "well, my therapist says...", trying to cover my shame with a joke so my family doesn't know I'm dying on the inside. I don't want this broken me. I want what I used to be.
But I am broken. And I never would have thought pre-assault that it would touch every area of my life. But it has.
I was brutally raped when I was 19. I had never even kissed a boy. I was Mennonite and I didn't even know enough about sex, to know for sure what was happening. I didn't have a vocabulary for rape. But I knew he was taking something from me. I knew I was no longer beautiful, innocent and secure.
He knew my family and threatened to do worse to my beautiful 9 year old sister if I told. I believed him, and bottled it up for several years. In 2010, I finally gathered the courage to tell someone and seek counseling. I thought I was doing good, I thought I was healing.
Last year, while showing a condo to a client, he attacked me, and I kept thinking "dear God, please not again." But it did happen again. And now I'm in this place mentally, emotionally and spiritually that I don't want. And I don't know how to do it.
But I am broken. And I never would have thought pre-assault that it would touch every area of my life. But it has.
I was brutally raped when I was 19. I had never even kissed a boy. I was Mennonite and I didn't even know enough about sex, to know for sure what was happening. I didn't have a vocabulary for rape. But I knew he was taking something from me. I knew I was no longer beautiful, innocent and secure.
He knew my family and threatened to do worse to my beautiful 9 year old sister if I told. I believed him, and bottled it up for several years. In 2010, I finally gathered the courage to tell someone and seek counseling. I thought I was doing good, I thought I was healing.
Last year, while showing a condo to a client, he attacked me, and I kept thinking "dear God, please not again." But it did happen again. And now I'm in this place mentally, emotionally and spiritually that I don't want. And I don't know how to do it.