Dear Survivors,
I am 26 years old. I suffered sexual abuse most of my childhood. I used to stare at the ceiling and just imagine being somewhere else when I laid on his bed being violated. That was my mental escape. I had gotten used to it so I never shed tears anymore. I just accepted it as being part of my life. I used to write journals as a method of helping me cope. I had a long list of questions some of which were:
Why did you do it?
Why me?
Wasn’t your wife enough?
What did I do to deserve it?
I felt guilty. I felt ashamed. I was disappointed, angry and scared. The r