My shit, her shit


Text: My daughter’s therapy session the other day was really hard on her. She was okay with the therapist telling me what they worked on – they discussed the different feelings that can come up when you’ve been sexually assaulted – but she was withdrawn, wouldn’t look at me, and clearly was processing some heavy stuff. It is painful to see her going through this, and it brings up so much shit about my own sexual assaults. I have to process that shit in private with my own therapist, so I can support my daughter in her healing, without adding more emotional trauma to her load. It’s work, and it’s exhausting, and sometimes my brain feels as all over the place as that drawing up there. But I am thankful we have each other, we have good therapists, and we will get through this. 

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