I know that when I first began talking about the abuse in T, it made my PTSD worse, too. I felt like T was making me sicker! I had to trust the idea of "it gets worse (for a bit) before it gets better." But it DOES get better, so hang in there.

We spent a lot of time talking around the abuse before I felt safe enough to actually discuss it. It helped me a lot just to be able to talk about my fear--to admit that yes, I was scared to talk about what happened to me, and to be reassured that it was okay to be scared.

The biggest thing I learned was that rushing things would not help me. I had to go at a pace that felt okay--well, not *okay*, but not too overwhelmingly scary. My T and I found all kinds of ways for me to 'take control' in a session so I felt safer.

Be patient with yourself. Our fear is there for good reason, and it will take time to be able to discuss what happened to you.