Those of us who have been abused have secrets and that does not make us sick or evil. No one, not one person, knows all about my life. Who I was five years ago is not who I am now. When I meet new people, I don't feel obligated to share my secrets and my past. Accept me for who I am now. Like me or loathe me for whom I am today.
(Of course, that's seven years of therapy talking!)
Hugs,
Jan