First Post Follow Up

So someone sent me a message after reading my blog, offering her support and saying she was sorry it happened to me. 

And my thought after reading it was, “It’s over.  It’s done.  It’s the past, and I’m over it.”

I realize that that’s not entirely true.  In some ways, I’ll never be over it.  But I’m through being afraid to talk about it.  It won’t be easy, but I know I can do it now.  So that fear that I had is gone. 

The best way I can think to explain it is this:  I was born with a congenital heart defect.  When I was three years old I had open heart surgery to correct the defect.  There are some things—like the scar on my chest, or the increased chance that my child will have the same defect—that ARE related to the defect and surgery.  Other things, like a slight hearing problem or a discoloration on my tooth, MIGHT be caused by the defect.

The heart defect is corrected.  It’s gone, it’s in the past.  I still have to deal with the effects of it, though, known and possible.  But I don’t have to spend all my time wondering if this or that physical problem is because of it.  It doesn’t really matter, except possibly to doctors who study that sort of thing.

So I’m thinking of the assault in the same way.  It’s in the past and dealt with.  (Okay, it’s being dealt with.  I know there will still be times when something comes up and I think of it, and get scared.  But I’m getting past it.) 

I have things, like trust issues, that I know are because of being assaulted.  And there are other things, like having trouble expressing myself when I get angry, or maybe sabotaging myself when things are going well, that might be a result of being assaulted.

I don’t have to spend hours picking my brain and emotions apart wondering if this is because of that, or not.  There are things I’ll deal with that I’ll look at, and think, ‘Yeah, this is probably because of the assault’, but it doesn’t have to be a huge deal.

I went through a program called the Christian Women’s Job Corps in San Angelo, Texas.  They had a psychologist come talk to us about self esteem.  She said that you can actually choose how you feel.  And if you say, ‘I am happy,’ that’s how you will feel.  Because the act of saying it causes your brain to make it true.  So, because I say, ‘It’s over.  It’s done.’ I’m making that true.  I’m sure I’ll have relapses, but that’s just part of the process.

It is what it is, and I am who I am.  And as bad as it was (I still feel weird typing the word assault) I am stronger because of it.  And if I could go back and change things—well, I’m glad I don’t have the option of doing so, because I don’t know what I’d do.

But if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be me.  And I like myself—or at least I’m learning to.