Despite people always asking where my scars came from, I love them. I can see how far I’ve gotten, and what I’ve become. They’re my stories. They’re my life. I’m proud, despite all that turn away and look in disgust as I tell them I made them.
It was a way to cope with rape and then later, emotional abuse, though it took a while to realize it. I’m moving past it. I still want to from time to time, but I feel good when I step away from it.
I am not sure your age…but it isn’t easy to heal from it. There is so much more than just one thing here or there to heal from. Rape itself leaves scars deeper than anything you went through physically. Some things you won’t realize until much later are attributed to the trauma. Little things and big things will always trigger you and you will step back and think…wow why does that bother me so much? It is an event that will stay with you but as you find pieces, shine a light on them, put them in their proper place and use them to be a better person who has a unique gift of perspective and insight for others to learn from.
I’m 30. It happened when I had just turned 21. I had to quit a job because it was bringing up too many flashbacks. I couldn’t work. It became impossible. It was then… (9 years later, almost) that I told my family what happened. It was them that encouraged me to get help. I’m receiving PTSD therapy now. I’m doing better little by little. Writing has been helping. A lot. I think on top of the rape, my ex boyfriend.. aka JERK… telling me it was my fault, and I was asking for it, was worse. Then he started to abuse emotionally, and twist everything to make it look like I was the bad guy and didn’t care about him.
I am glad you are getting help…that you are writing…that you are not with an emotionally abusive sig other. All good steps…you are headed in the right direction 🙂
I’m jealous. Though this monster never let’s me out if his sight when I’m hope and slightest sign I’m not doing good, he’s there. He’s just as good at therapy.
Written by Sarah Bale and HastyWords
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Another brilliant duet
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Fabulous! You are both world changers ❤
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What a beautiful compliment 🙂
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Nicely done.
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Another emotional rollercoaster of sweaty goodness…
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Beautiful. I felt it. Especially the scars. I could relate to it.
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Amazing how scars tell so many stories
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Despite people always asking where my scars came from, I love them. I can see how far I’ve gotten, and what I’ve become. They’re my stories. They’re my life. I’m proud, despite all that turn away and look in disgust as I tell them I made them.
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We don’t have a choice in our scars but we can choose to acknowledge them, learn from them, become teachers because of them, and love because of them.
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It was a way to cope with rape and then later, emotional abuse, though it took a while to realize it. I’m moving past it. I still want to from time to time, but I feel good when I step away from it.
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I am not sure your age…but it isn’t easy to heal from it. There is so much more than just one thing here or there to heal from. Rape itself leaves scars deeper than anything you went through physically. Some things you won’t realize until much later are attributed to the trauma. Little things and big things will always trigger you and you will step back and think…wow why does that bother me so much? It is an event that will stay with you but as you find pieces, shine a light on them, put them in their proper place and use them to be a better person who has a unique gift of perspective and insight for others to learn from.
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I’m 30. It happened when I had just turned 21. I had to quit a job because it was bringing up too many flashbacks. I couldn’t work. It became impossible. It was then… (9 years later, almost) that I told my family what happened. It was them that encouraged me to get help. I’m receiving PTSD therapy now. I’m doing better little by little. Writing has been helping. A lot. I think on top of the rape, my ex boyfriend.. aka JERK… telling me it was my fault, and I was asking for it, was worse. Then he started to abuse emotionally, and twist everything to make it look like I was the bad guy and didn’t care about him.
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I am glad you are getting help…that you are writing…that you are not with an emotionally abusive sig other. All good steps…you are headed in the right direction 🙂
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I’m trying. And look at all the support I am getting from here! I love my new friends and family here. They’re amazing and so accepting.
And thank you. 🙂 hug
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A big huge hug 🙂
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Thank you! You have no idea how much that helps.
Definitely more than the 80lb dog that just rolled over into me. Doesn’t he know its like 80 out and he is hot…
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Lol I have a little 10 lb dog on me and its a bit cooler and rainy here.
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I’m jealous. Though this monster never let’s me out if his sight when I’m hope and slightest sign I’m not doing good, he’s there. He’s just as good at therapy.
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Awwwww 🙂 They are good with monsters 🙂
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They are. Everyone should have one, or another type on animal. They’re good for you.
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I agree…I love my lily
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Aw. ❤
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