There seems to be a pretty dark narrative underpinning how we, as a society, speak about and deal with childhood sexual abuse and those of us who have experienced it. One that implies that we are broken and dirtied and that any hope of living a normal life is gone. One that tells us that we're probably not capable of functioning in society and we need protecting, for our own sakes, because it's a miracle if we can even navigate an entire day without falling apart. I know that it's kind of to be expected, I really don't need anybody to point out to me what an awful crime it is and how deep and long lasting the effects are. As a...
↧