Woundedhearts,

I SOOO understand the need, the deep-seeded need, for belief. It was the biggest fear that kept me from talking, but the largest need that urged me to talk. I knew I was believed when my ex-therapist felt mandated to report the abuse. Someone believed me. The ugly, incredible words were spoken and for the first time someone said, "How horrible. I'm so sorry." It was the sweetest pain I'd ever known.

It was the beginning of much for me. Yes, feeling and knowing that we're believed is paramount.

I personally got hung up on detailed facts and that's when t said, "It didn't matter so much." It DID matter that he believed.

KD