The R Word
May 11, 2012 § 9 Comments
It’s very difficult for me to say that word.
I was raped.
Even more difficult for me to say that sentence.
I was raped, stalked and abused for three years.
Impossible for me to utter that sentence.
That is, until recently.
I have been working very hard with my therapist, although this issue has not been the topic of conversation for a long time. It’s almost as if it permeates everything.
I have a new friend whom I recently told the story. My therapist has encouraged me to practice saying it, practice releasing the story, so maybe eventually, it will float away, not hold its power over me.
I’m trying. It was easier this time.
I was raped. That’s why life isn’t a birthday party.