went looking thru some old stuff from high school (years ago) hoping to find something, anything, i wrote or drew or something to validate what happened to me. all i found was a valentine card from my mother (one of my abusers) telling me how much she loved me and how she appreciated me...made me sick to my stomach. i don't remember that card or her ever saying those things face to face.
anyway, i was also s***ally abuses by my uncle. tried to find something in those school years essays, poems anything that pointed to those times. nothing specific. a lot of dark, depressing stuff and weird stuff.
my T believes me, my H believes me. no one in the family does. i was nothing but a lier.
sorry, i'm just having a day...
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