I "forgot" (that's denial) about my abuse until I was 51 years old. For several months after the memories began seeping back into my consciousness, I kept trying to convince myself that the abuse hadn't happened.
I hadn't gone to a counselor or therapist, but that happened around the time we heard so much about the false-memory syndrome. Therapists had inadvertently planted false memories in some of their clients.
I wanted mine to be false memories.
But they weren't.
I was molested.
Because I can accept that fact, I can overcome the pain.
(This post was adapted from Not Quite Healed, written by Cecil Murphey and Gary Roe.)