Hook, Line, and Sinker...
I made a comment in therapy a few weeks ago that has really stuck with me. I said, "the 10 year old me was an idiot". I always struggle with guilt and blame when I actually allow myself to deeply think about my abuse. How can one human child be the victim of abuse at almost every turn she made without having something to do with it? I was raised in a loving, stable home with my parents, brother and sister. My parents loved us deeply, supported us, nurtured us, cared for us and provided us with everything we needed. It was pretty. Still is. On the flip side of that, I was in contact with people growing up, who I should have been able to trust, and who my parents thought they could trust. I've shared before, on a previous blog, that I had multiple offenders. My best recollection of when the abuse started was age 7 and the sexual abuse continued for years until I was 12. When I think of how long it went on and how many people took advantage of me, I get nause...