If I am allowed to scream , may that be in writing form only.

 I remember the first time I was sexually abuse, I remember the last . I remember not being able to allow people near me, to touch me even for a cuddle or feeling that words of comfort are just that, words. They carry only empty promises that everything will be ok. Wrong, nothing will ever be ok. To this day , I do not talk about my childhood, my so called sisters involved in the same perpetrated abuse, keep their silent and with that  lost any form of respect I could have had for them. I do not have any family apart from my sons.  It is probably the most sane decision I have ever made, and yet today I felt I should make an appointment to speak to my doctor. that is what I am doing right now.

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