(This post comes from a reader named Mark.)
I realized it was time to ask my Celebrate Recovery sponsor to visit the room where I was abused as a child. I wanted him to see that room. I needed him to see it.
"The room" is a bathroom. It’s remote, mostly unused, unseen. It appears as if it is in a house that has been long abandoned. For me, that room has been the family secret.
As I led the way, I cried. I was shocked, anxious, and relieved with the choice to allow someone to see the room.
My sponsor stood in the middle of that place and said something I was unprepared for. "So tell me what happened here."
"This is where I was raped."
The room doesn’t hold as much power now. By exposing that room, I’m not as afraid of my memories. I don’t need to cower in shame from the abandonment that the room represents. The room is no longer my secret.