It hurts because they don't understand that our childhoods were shattered. When someone implies that statement or something like, "I don't understand why you're not over it. It happened a long time ago," I've wanted to respond, "Don't you think I'm doing my best to get past the pain?"
Although I doubt that I could do so, I've wanted to say, "You're right. I need to get over it. Please tell me how."
The difficulty is that they probably have answers—simplistic ones. "Talk with a professional." "Pray and read your Bible." Wow, why didn't we think of doing things like that?
Or they minimize our pain by saying, "It's not that big a deal." That statement angers me. Who are they to say it's not a big deal? I feel belittled when they say such words.
Childhood abuse is a big deal;
I'm still recovering.
It amazes me that events of forty years ago can have such a devastating influence on my life today. But that seems to be the way it happens, and that's why so many sex crimes against children don't get to court until years later. It's not fair is it?
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