My mom called yesterday. I hadn't spoken to her since maybe some time in the early spring. She wanted to know where I was.

I told my person that I was out of sorts about it and he asked if I wanted him to call. That I could talk about it, or anything else, or he could distract me with some stories about his students. So the family story ended up coming out over the phone, minus the details of the specific abuse. He's only the second non-therapist I've ever spoken to about this. I never bring it up because I feel like it brands me as an irreparably screwed up and broken person-- why would anyone want to get involved with someone like that?

But he stayed quiet and at the end he said he was in awe of my strength and resilience, and honored that I chose to tell him this story, he reminded me that I was safe now, and also said that I was a "total f***ing bad-***."

I am feeling so much less broken.
I am also a little concerned, he claims to be a musician like me, but maybe he is secretly a therapist??