I kept everything bottled up for decades, not just from others, but from myself as well. I finally hit a point that I couldn't keep it in any more, I needed to acknowledge it. I feel like because it was so long ago, people don't understand that because I am first facing this now, I am raw, and sensitive and want to shut down sometimes, that I need grace and kindness. I started therapy this week. I confided in just a handful of people to mixed results.