Some of you may have noticed a page entitled “My Story”—with nothing on it. I have now rectified that situation.
I’ve spent the past several days writing, and rewriting, a summary of what happened with my therapist. Now, the word “summary” may not be the best choice. That might suggest something shorter than it actually is. And it’s not short. It’s a good four-plus pages long as a Word document. So far, I have not been able to write anything much shorter. In fact, the “summary” I wrote up a couple of years ago, that covered pretty much everything that happened in minimal detail, was eleven pages long. (!!) This version does not provide all the gory details, but I did try to describe generally what happened, how it all began and how things looked from my perspective at the time.
It’s still hard to believe that this happened to me—that this is my story. It has an air of unreality to it now. I’m still very much in the process of dealing with it psychologically, working through the trauma, and doing what I can to recover myself and my life. Speaking out is part of that process, and I thank you for visiting my blog and reading what I have to say.
