This thing can be so, so hard. I’m not even going to water it down so you know this post is all about truths.
As a teenager, I was assaulted. By a close family friend too, so close I was ashamed to tell my family or his, because I didn’t know how they’d take it, what the consequences would have been, and worst of all – if I would’ve been blamed.
What more, it was an “almost”. So it felt silly reporting about what almost happened, whereas the pain I felt lay in the intent, that someone I had trusted was willing to hurt me so intentionally and thoroughly. Someone that knew how important my virginity is to me, but was more than ready to take it from me forcefully for a few moments of pleasure; had someone not miraculously shown up in the nick of time.
These last few weeks, with all the assault discussions that have been emanating due to the campaign against the raping and killing of women – have been emotionally tough for me. I’d told myself I was past it and I had forgiven him (even though it has never been addressed by him) but I’m finding small traces of residual resentment, and it’s frightening because it’s been so many years since the incident.
So whilst I tally the issue with God once again, I ask that if He has spoken to you on an issue like this, please reach out to me with His advice.
Till next time,
Dr. ETP xo
