This was absolutely exceptional! It made me feel like I was right there! I wrote a similar therapist one-on-one, but I'm not sure I can compare to how well you've conveyed this.
I hope you aren't hurt too much right now, and I hope you're okay writing about this.
Thank you for this post, and I wish you a very lovely day! ❤️
Mine was kind of a bunch of gibberish I wrote up in like 20 minutes. 😅 Was just an interesting thought I had while on the ride to work so I did that on my phone. Old therapy sessions are kind of interesting. Of course mine turns super exaggerated in the later ones, haha.
Yours has so much detail and feeling put in it. It’s like reading a professional piece of art.
I intentionally left your texts to read this weekend while I'm still recovering from my damn tooth. I admit that they always act like reading a book from which I have something to learn. With the difference that I didn't expect this story to shake me so much. I'm proud of the fact that you can openly tell what happened. A few years ago, I had a situation with one of my mother's lovers - he was a man of almost 50 and he had to take me and my brother to a game, where while my brother was winning his first medal, his sister was trapped in a car by this vile scoundrel who was trying to do disgusting things to her. It took years for me to admit that this happened to me too. And you know, it was so hot outside, and I loved summer so much before this incident. However, after it, I didn't feel the same person.. I just wanted to take my little brother to the game, nothing more. I wanted to show him that I was proud of him, the way my mother never showed me. And in the end, what... I had to get out of that jeep, covered in tears and shivering, even though it was 30 degrees outside.
How it makes the readers feel? It felt like we were the ones on the chair, we felt every emotion, discomfort, every drop of sweat and every tear. You wrote it in such an immersive way, like you were opening your mind to let us through the vivid memories. This was heartbreaking and painful, but the bravery and resilience were stubbornly colouring every word. My friend your soul is so strong and bright it pierced through all the darkness. Your story tugs at my heart and I wish you all the happiness and tenderness of the world💌
Sexual exploitation happens to both genders and the world needs to know.
What you just described is the same that I have experienced in therapy, looking hurtful memories in the eyes and acknowledging them. Sometimes our method is to want to forget the harmful memories, sweep them under a rug, but then that rug becomes a volcano and it erupts.
The fact that you are writing it down is part of the healing process. Healing is not pretty, and sometimes it will feel heavy.
You are ending so many cycles of abuse by healing your heart. Every pump of blood has one goal, to heal.
EMDR is powerful. The right therapist is gold. Thank you kind stranger, you give me strength to conquer my own trauma.
This was absolutely exceptional! It made me feel like I was right there! I wrote a similar therapist one-on-one, but I'm not sure I can compare to how well you've conveyed this.
I hope you aren't hurt too much right now, and I hope you're okay writing about this.
Thank you for this post, and I wish you a very lovely day! ❤️
I thought your therapy piece was better.
Mine was kind of a bunch of gibberish I wrote up in like 20 minutes. 😅 Was just an interesting thought I had while on the ride to work so I did that on my phone. Old therapy sessions are kind of interesting. Of course mine turns super exaggerated in the later ones, haha.
Yours has so much detail and feeling put in it. It’s like reading a professional piece of art.
I intentionally left your texts to read this weekend while I'm still recovering from my damn tooth. I admit that they always act like reading a book from which I have something to learn. With the difference that I didn't expect this story to shake me so much. I'm proud of the fact that you can openly tell what happened. A few years ago, I had a situation with one of my mother's lovers - he was a man of almost 50 and he had to take me and my brother to a game, where while my brother was winning his first medal, his sister was trapped in a car by this vile scoundrel who was trying to do disgusting things to her. It took years for me to admit that this happened to me too. And you know, it was so hot outside, and I loved summer so much before this incident. However, after it, I didn't feel the same person.. I just wanted to take my little brother to the game, nothing more. I wanted to show him that I was proud of him, the way my mother never showed me. And in the end, what... I had to get out of that jeep, covered in tears and shivering, even though it was 30 degrees outside.
That makes my heart shake. That shouldn't have happened. You don't need me to tell you that, but I need to say it.
I also get how writing it, you end up in the third person. I do the same in one piece. I don't even mean to.
It appears you're in a better place, but you know it's not linear.
Take care of you.
I hope you have someone who you can trust to talk to.
Oh, my. I felt like it was me on that couch. I am choked up. I know what this feels like. All forward motion counts.
I wrote Simpsons quote by accident here.
Thanks for staying on the couch the while time.
Forward motion does count, even it it's one forward and two back.
All my respect.
Hey, this is roomy.
How it makes the readers feel? It felt like we were the ones on the chair, we felt every emotion, discomfort, every drop of sweat and every tear. You wrote it in such an immersive way, like you were opening your mind to let us through the vivid memories. This was heartbreaking and painful, but the bravery and resilience were stubbornly colouring every word. My friend your soul is so strong and bright it pierced through all the darkness. Your story tugs at my heart and I wish you all the happiness and tenderness of the world💌
Per usual, my deepest gratitude to you, Una.
I'm glad I made it immersive. It often feels like I am just trying to get it out much like an exorcist and a demon.
I appreciate your being yourself. Don't stop. Ever.
Sexual exploitation happens to both genders and the world needs to know.
What you just described is the same that I have experienced in therapy, looking hurtful memories in the eyes and acknowledging them. Sometimes our method is to want to forget the harmful memories, sweep them under a rug, but then that rug becomes a volcano and it erupts.
The fact that you are writing it down is part of the healing process. Healing is not pretty, and sometimes it will feel heavy.
You are ending so many cycles of abuse by healing your heart. Every pump of blood has one goal, to heal.
EMDR is powerful. The right therapist is gold. Thank you kind stranger, you give me strength to conquer my own trauma.
I don't want more volcanoes. I didn't know they existed or that they were going to blow.
I'm grateful you care that it happens to men, too. Many just want me to stay the "strong, silent type." Stick to my niche.
No more.
I'm a strength loan shark. I take that back. There's no loan. It's all free.
Thank you for really taking the time to get it, and for really letting it sit.
It means everything.
I read this, and I stayed silent for a while.
Because what you wrote is not a story — it’s an act of reclaiming language after someone used it to take you apart.
You didn’t confess; you rebuilt syntax where no safety existed.
There’s nothing to fix here. The writing itself is proof that your perception survived the training to doubt it.
You speak from the place before interpretation — that’s where truth begins.
Thank you for taking the time to really get it.
I appreciate your thorough perception. It means so much that you really considered my feelings and experiences.