I think I imagine telling someone because everyone around me knows and isn't the least bit shocked, surprised, or sympathetic. We deserve all of those emotions from others, but when we don't get them, it's like discounting that the pain is real. What happened to me WAS shocking, but it sure would be nice to see someone else besides myself or my T think so. I understand, I dreally do. I do know that if the perpetrators of some of my pain really understood how devestated I am, they might feel bad for doing these things to me, but deep down, I know they never will.