(trigger icon for mention of SA, nothing graphic)

As some of you know, I'm working on trauma in T right now. I have other trauma that we haven't even talked about yet, but for the last several months (wow, has it been that long? ) we've been working on an isolated incident of SA that happened when I was 18.

At the time I didn't tell anyone in my life about it. People knew, doctors and cops, etc, but I didn't tell anyone and just decided to pretend it never happened. Which worked out really great.

So, recently I told my younger sister about it. She is the only family member that I've ever told. It felt scary but good to tell her.

For some reason, she decided to tell our mother this weekend.

My mother, who I have no contact with, immediately called my ex-husband. He also didn't know about it.

It's just been this huge mess and prompted all these phone calls (99% of which I have ignored) and this whole huge clusterduck.

I did talk to my T about it when the $hit first hit the fan on Fri or Sat, and I see her tomorrow, but then she's going on vacation.

I don't even know the point of this post except I guess I just wanted to talk about it to some people who will understand.