Puzzle Pieces
Believe it or not abuse is hard for me to talk about. Mainly because I have to talk about things that happened to ME. I relate all too well to most of what I hear & read. And I feel stupid for not putting all the pieces together until just a few years ago. I had some pieces right - but not all of them. Part of me just didn't want to admit what was happening. Part of me still cares about a few of my abusers, too. While I intellectually understand I was raised in an abusive, dysfunctional home that appeared to everyone to be upper-middle class and wonderful on the outside, and therefore had no idea I was being abused until it was too late, I still get angry at myself. Why? Because I had zero problem seeing when others were in trouble or being abused, manipulated, dismissed or put down. In High School anyone with a problem would end up finding me because I gave such "good advice." Little did they know I was a sitting duck for emotional and sexual abuse that trigger...