“When I finally realized that what I had been trying so hard to keep hidden under the rug was actually sexual abuse, my first instinct was to tell myself that what happened to me wasn't really a big deal—that there were other people who had been abused much worse then I was. I tried to justify that what happened to me, shouldn't matter as much as it did. I even found myself saying "it really wasn't that bad" or "there isn't a lot to tell". Almost feeling like, in the scope of life, my measly little abuse moments weren’t horrendous enough to matter. My point is: abuse affects everyone differently. If your childhood sexual abuse, no matter how minimal it seems, effects how you operate in the world, then it matters.
I don't feel that way anymore, but I'm sure there are a lot of people who have been abused who play that "significance" game.”
I know women who have had one encounter with sexual abuse. I know women who were violated multiple times. All of these women’s lives have been affected.
It’s the consequence of sexual abuse. It’s the power of unwarranted shame.
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