Heather
Diamond Member
I've been in such a horrible place the past several days. I hate being in this amount of emotional pain, the world seems to stop, I stop. I saw my sexual assault counselor today and she taught me a grounding technique. When I got home I was wrapping christmas presents and running around like a maniac. I had a few minutes to relax before my daughter got home from school. I was watching t.v. and I could feel my body begin to shake as the tears streamed down my face. I realize the agony I feel is in part due to the terror that I had to endure back then. There was no one there to keep it from happening. I was all alone. Being brutalized. And now it is clear to me why I blocked it out. I remembered what my counselor had said about grabbing on to my blanket and feeling how soft it was and repeating that I was safe. It was difficult and several times I had to consciously pull myself back into the hear and now but I was able to do it. I still felt like shit afterwards but that's to be expected. What I hate the most is the shame that I still carry. I don't talk about what I'm going through with anyone aside from my therapist and my sex. assult counselor. None of my friends know. My mother has no clue that this crap has resurfaced and that I'm barely functioning. Although, my mother is a f&%king idiot most of the time who doesn't want to deal with anything that has to do with reality....so, I'm probably making the right choice there. I guess my point is: that this stuff breeds in secrecy and denial and I'm still playing my part.