I didn’t feel ashamed for what happened to me. Throughout my life when I tried to talk about it, I would be shut down and dismissed. No one wanted to hear it. No one cared.
So, I wrote about what hurt instead.
After investigating my own traumas, alone, — I’m convinced that it’s not the abused that feel ashamed, it’s those who can’t listen. It’s great to have someone to listen. But, we have to dig for gems in our own garbage and heal ourselves.
I finally told at age 46. And, at 52, I’m freer and happier for not waiting for someone to listen—but from all the digging.
If no one is listening to you, write.