I can’t write mine. At all. I started to try and instead turned it into an intensive on the development of my vices, with assault mentioned in one sentence in the background.
I just can’t.
I just can’t.
Because my stuff was partly my fault.
And I don’t mind admitting that.
But I still can’t point my finger and assign blame. I KNOW. I KNOW now and even down deep that what happened to me was rape.
And beyond that there have been a million and one lesser indignities endured.
But I’m afraid to write it right. I’m afraid of someone telling me I’m wrong.
I get the way other people’s stories have affected you. I do. But this piece right here that you published is exactly why I’m petrified to publish my story. ☹
One more invalidation after a lifetime full of them.
I just cannot.