As I've talked about many times on here I was very badly sexually abused between the ages of 7-11. Raped in different ways, separated emotionally from my parents etc.
It all came to the surface when I had ds (helplessly lying on my back in complicated labour woke it up and opened the floodgates). I've worked hard in therapy and life is generally really good.
And then out of the blue something comes back and I just feel small, alone, lost and wanting to cry. I hate it when that happens. Doing fine at work by smiling lots and being a bit loud but I just want to crawl into a ball.
I'm not sure where this bout has come from. It's just horrible.