When I was in the 5th grade, I was held against my will in a cloakroom outside our classroom one morning. The boy who cornered me, evidently he held a knife to my throat and threatened to hurt me if I did not say we were boyfriend & girlfriend.

Today, I am 52 years old and I do not have a memory of the knife on my throat....I only know this happened by the accounts of the teacher and students who found us in the room. I do vaguely remember the words this boy spoke to me, but not the actual attack.

Every now and again through the years I have tried to remember the scenario....but it just doesn't come to me. I have come to terms with the fact that I cannot remember it....I have decided that it doesn't really matter that I cannot remember it...that my brain has repressed it for a reason. For me, personally, I don't think I need to remember how I felt at the time....I can well imagine the fear that must have been there. I am ok with not having complete memory over this situation. But I can understand how other folks may want to remember in order to deal and understand and work past it. I think that if it's meant to come forward....it will....when the time is right.


sabby