and now I can no longer doubt I was really really abused.
And I understand why 7 year old me could not told her mum and dad it was happening. And why I had no choice but to repress and deny it.
It was like I've seen hypnotherapy described except I was totally awake and it just happened spontaneously. I was 7 again and so confused and bewildered and totally alone
And now I feel utterly vulnerable. And lost without my doubt to hold on to. And relieved that it all makes sense now and that I understand why I couldn't tell. And new respect for myself for surviving it as well as I have.
It was so so big counsellor extended the session until we both felt I could leave the room.
Not sure why I am writing it down here - just need to make sure it stays real and that it isn't ploughed under again. I have told dh but it sounded so flat. He did understand. I've texted a safe friend that I need to talk soon.
Then there was the nursery run and now ds's portage teacher and speech therapist are due in half an hour. Life goes on...