This is my first post so I hope I don't offend anyone by this. Today I told my T something that happen to me when I was 16 years old that was suppose to be a punishment for being late from father that left me beaten and nude. It was so emotional and I hurt so much right now. I feel like I told secrets that I wasn't suppose to tell. I am far from being a kid. Both my parents have been dead for years, yet I still feel this way. All I can do is cry. I can't imagine holding all this until I see him next week.