I am actually amazed that my therapist believes me! My story is horrible and in many ways rather unique because until the wall came down I lived in East Germany and things that happened to me were never really reported.
So many things that would raise eyebrows in West Germany just were ignored in the East part.
I have been living in horror and torture for most of my young and adolescent life and it is hard for people to believe my story and especially to believe that no one did anything to stop it.
I didn't tell people for a very long time what was happening to me because I was conditioned that I was either not believed or that people don't care.

But my therapist believes me. Completely and without any doubt. Even when certain memories that I have are somehow inaccurate, because they may be mixed with other memories at other times, it doesn't take away the fact.

What helped me the most with this issue is something I have said here before. The question is never what people believe or how many believe it. The question is always: What is the truth?
When I keep that in mind, I can stay true to myself, my story and it helps me to fight the fear that someone might not believe me. Because it wouldn't change one bit of fact. I came into my therapy with this certainty and if she wouldn't have believed me, well then I would have found another one who does. It is my story, my truth and I don't deserve to be afraid whether someone I ask for help believes me or not.