“I’ve realized that I deserve a man . . . that’s not what I
mean,” she said, silence interrupting our conversation.
Tears filled my eyes. I’ve known this woman for most of my
life. For the past twelve years, when she first broke her silence, she’s welcomed
me into her quiet process to heal from sexual abuse.
“You’re worthy?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m worthy of a man who will wipe the drool from my mouth
if I have a stroke and put me ahead of himself.”
Tears filled my eyes. I’ve known this woman for most of my
life. For the past twelve years, when she first broke her silence, she’s welcomed
me into her quiet process to heal from sexual abuse.
“Do you know how significant that is for you as a survivor?”
I asked.
“Yes,” she said through her tears.
And once again silence interrupted our conversation. We
wiped our tears. We savored the moment.
A silence most welcomed.
Sexual abuse injects
poisonous lies into its victims’ hearts and minds. “You’re not worthy” is one
of them.
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