I was sexually abused by a male relative between the ages of 6 and 8.
It wasn’t until the rape of a friend at 15 that I realised what happened to me wasn’t just a normal part of growing up.
The impact of this delayed trauma, fractured my mind like a mirror, sending forth shards of psychic shrapnel that would scar me for years to come, particularly in the form of CPTSD, anxiety and depression.
Sharing my experiences, and finding others like me who could relate to me was important. Now, 30 years after the abuse, and almost 20 years after my teenage revelation, I’m on the road to real recovery.
Securing the conviction of the man who abused me was the closing of the first chapter of my life. Meditation has been the tool to guide me through the next chapter.
I still regularly struggle with difficult thoughts, feelings, and sensations, but I know I’m on the right path and finally have a future that I’m genuinely excited about.
That’s something I once would never have believed possible.
