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.
After working through my own traumas, alone, I’m convinced that it’s not the abused that feel ashamed, it’s those who can’t listen who do.
It’s great to have someone to listen. But, I did the digging for gems in my own garbage and healed myself. I finally told at age 46. At almost 52, I’m freer and happier for not waiting for someone to listen.