Why are some things so difficult to talk about? I was sexually abused as a child. There I said it. Yet I feel shame in even typing the words into my computer-as though it’s my fault or I’m the one who did something wrong. I’m such a people pleaser that I hesitate to say anything that might make people uncomfortable. And I for one am uncomfortable when anyone brings up abuse. I’ve lived my life trying to cover that up. But deep down I knew the truth. Figuratively speaking, it’s like underneath my crisp clean dress, I know I’m wearing dirty underwear. Intellectually I believe certain things like it wasn’t my fault, I have nothing to be ashamed of, and the like...but that does nothing to change what my heart feels. Maybe if these topics weren’t so taboo..maybe if I had more courage to face rejection...maybe if I keep pretending that it doesn’t affect me...maybe one day I’ll be free from this pain...maybe. But then again, maybe not.