Healing Hurts
I just got to get this to print. Somewhere along my journey of healing and to become a healthy adult I have learned that you have to face your abuse. There was a reason that I repressed the emotions and put the worse sexual abuse in the back of my mind, in the deep dark recesses of my mind. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I have slowly been feeling some of the emotion to release it and I can't sleep. Recalling having Tunji open my bedroom door and watch me when I was putting lotion on as a 12-year-old girl frankly hurts. Having Ethel do nothing about it and saying to a child that she did not know why he did that is unconscionable. Recalling how many times they put their hands on me in a sexual manner and I was powerless to do anything hurts. Having doctors not do anything about the trauma to my body hurts. They saw the x-rays of my calcified hands as a child. How can a child's hands be calcified? I had to get this out for now. I will be sharing more, more in a more or