I’ve just found this forum after seeking support. My abuse, which I am slowly realizing it was, occurred a long time ago. The #MeToo movement, different tv content and having a teenaged daughter have brought my memories to the forefront. Each time there’s a trigger in my life, I sit with the memories and want to talk about them, but don’t feel I can share with the people in my life. From my generation, abuse was a certain thing, but now it feels more encompassing. Consent is more discussed and a thing...I don’t think it was a thing when I was a teen.
Thanks for having me.
One place that always gives me solace is visiting the lake near me, especially at sunset.