I had to read that article in tiny pieces, but I really appreciate you posting it. I told my husband fairly early on about the physical abuse and the dissociative disorder. I was so completely in love with him that it was important to me that before the relationship went much further, that he knew what he was getting into. I did not tell him about the sexual abuse because I was convinced it was no big deal. I didn't get hurt much, and some of it I just refused to think of as abuse at all. Also, because it involved other females, I thought it had to relevance to my relationship with him. When I told him, he started to cry. I was honestly confused. Then I was deeply touched. He was crying FOR ME. I could not cry for me, but he was.