Coral;
Wow, you sound a bit like me. After years of abuse I shut it out and didn't think about it. I didn't tell anyone other than my wife about it. My Mom was a drunk at the time and had many "boyfriends", I was a delinquent child and sent to reform school from which I promptly escaped. I went in the Marines at 17 and never looked back. Then one day the demons came around to collect their dues. I did the ink blots too. Never made any sense to me.
Started taking Zoloft, quit, took it again and am now in the process of quitting it again. I'm like a yo-yo. In all this my life has come full circle and things are getting better every day.

It takes time and we all have different was of coping/dealing with our abuse. Welcome and feel free to PM me if you need to.

"To compare ourselves among ourself is not wise"