There isn’t much left of a person after four years of severe abuse. When the physical, psychological, and sexual abuse comes at the hand of the person who has promised to love you for the rest of your life, the scars go much deeper than the surface. Those scars take more than bandages to heal. Covering them up and making them invisible only made the damage more complex. The wasn’t much left of me when I finally sought help.
There wasn’t much left inside, but on the outside I actually appeared to be doing very well. So when I walked into the counselor’s office that first day I appeared to be a fairly healthy individual. What didn’t show that day were all the wounds that were inside. Those scars that I had covered over and tucked away, they didn’t show on the surface. I made sure they didn’t show. Without any emotion that day, I told the counselor that there had been some abuse in my marriage.
For me healing was a process that began with trust. Those four years had stripped me of my trust. I did not trust. I didn’t trust anyone, not those around me, not the counselor, not myself. For years, everyone around me had proven to me that I could not trust anyone. The man that I trusted with my life had proven to me time and time again that I could not trust. I had proven to myself that I …show more content…
Even though I walked into the counselor’s office that day and told her there had been some abuse, I had very little understanding. A huge step in my healing was to begin to honestly identify the abuse that I had endured, ignored, and hide away for so long. That understand didn’t come easily though. It was difficult and painful. I will never forget the rage I felt the first time she used the word rape to describe things that had happened to me. At first my angry was toward her, then myself, and finally my abuser. My counselor was extremely patient with me and allowed me to gradually come to that understanding in my own