I can relate a lot to this.
Child sexual abuse is an invisible wound.
It doesn’t leave outer scars.
When I was enduring child sexual abuse, no-one would have known just by looking at me.
There were no bruises, no scars.
But the wounds and pain I felt on the inside, were beyond description.
They still are.
The nightmares I still have, about this most heinous abuse, is something no-one will understand – unless they too have endured similar.
The dissociation to cope.
Never being safe – from disgusting hands upon me.
No-one to go to.
No one is safe.
As a child I did not understand what was happening to me, in the same way an adult will understand being sexually abused.
But, I still knew it was terribly wrong.
And I couldn’t try to stop it.
So I froze and it happened over and over and over.
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