So It’s Real–And There’s Hope

If I’ve genuinely shut Doubt and Denial out, then that means I have to accept that I was sexually abused as a child. No more “maybe,” no more “sometimes I think…” I was. I was. I have to keep saying it to make it sink in.

So it’s real. Now what? What lies ahead? I was thinking about this question before my therapy session with E. on Wednesday. I made a list of questions I had, as well as thoughts about issues I needed help with.

In session, I asked her, “If I stop giving all my attention to Doubt, what comes next? I had some ideas, but I’d really like to know what you envision.

I think I asked this in part because I sometimes don’t know where we are going in therapy. I feel E. gives me a lot of space to lead the way in therapy. Problem with that: I don’t know where the hell I’m going. I feel like I take a lot of wrong turns. I get stuck on the wrong things. Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier if she said, “Let’s work on this next; I think it will help you the most.”

But that’s not her approach. She’s supporting my independence and empowerment to grapple with what matters to me (damn it!).

So when I asked her, “What’s next?” I meant, “What is the therapy plan?” But that wasn’t the way she answered the question. Instead, she talked about my life. She described a future in which I experience a great release of creativity. I’ll have greater ability to take my talents to their full potential. She predicted my world will be bigger, more open, richer.

I was surprised–it was beautiful, what she described. I hadn’t thought about it in that way at all. I’m still moved by the prospect of a life of possibility.

My own thoughts, though, were much closer to the ground: what will we tackle next Wednesday, and the Wednesday after that? I told her these were my questions:

  • what does it mean to fill the big holes in the heart of the wounded girl inside me?
  • is it even possible to feel those holes at this point in my life?
  • how can I make more space in my life to listen to her? It’s so hard to hear her, or when I do, her pain overcomes me.
  • how should I work on things with E., do I tackle the big thematic issues that keep coming up to bite me? or is there a point to going back to examine specific experiences?
  • and what about these recurring issues that I don’t really know how to solve
    • telling my husband
    • sorting out loving and hating my abuser(s)
    • what do I do about body memories, how do I cope, can I even let go of self-harm?
    • sometimes my thoughts have deeply ingrained depressive patterns, encouraging me to slide back into the pit and it seems so hard to get rid of them once and for all, especially when I’m very tired and overworked (essentially all the time lately)
    • is there any way to make sex be about genuine connection and not dissociation and emotional pain?

There wasn’t nearly enough time to address all of these, of course. E. said, She said, “First, I can say a bit about the healing process. It works much better to focus on specific experiences and from them draw lessons and develop new strategies that can help with other injuries. You don’t have to go through a whole healing process for every specific experience.”

She went on, ” Also, I do believe it is possible to fill the holes in the girl’s heart. It will come when you keep on showing up for her. When she learns that you are there, and you are gentle, and you protect her, and this happens repeatedly, her heart can heal.”

In retrospect, it was a session about giving me Hope. Hope to keep Doubt from coming back, Hope to accompany me on the next stage of my healing journey.

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  1. This post is so beautiful. I ask so many of the same questions. My T also gives me a lot of space in efforts to empower me. And our worlds could be so much bigger and richer. Although I write about it a lot and use the tag “sexual abuse”, I still can’t say the words out loud that I was sexually abused.
    And thank you again for your comment tonight on my post. I am still thinking about it and how to fill the holes in my teenager’s heart. 💜

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    • I write about being sexually abused on my blog, and I tell my therapist, and I have told my husband that basic fact without telling him who was involved. I have one friend I have told. That’s it. I’m not ready to talk about it more broadly. Not that I think it’s shameful but more that I fear people won’t believe me, and that will empower Doubt.


  2. Hope. I’m glad you have hope. But it is so hard to figure out what comes next when you finally start to say, okay, yeah, this really did happen….I don’t know what happens next. I think you live your life, and you work through it in therapy and because you are working through it, your life becomes easier to live, more enjoyable. Not perfect or easy; but different.

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    • So do I! Hope is there, wanting to help you out, even if you can’t always see or hear her in the midst of your struggle. You can invite her to come in and sit next to you. You can let her create for you an image of what you life could be with her. For me it’s surprisingly helpful to imagine her as a friend who wants to help me out.


  3. I am so pleased to hear you are moving forward… though I cannot imagine how hard it must have been to accept the truth in order to make that possible. At least your therapist sounds like just the right person to help you through the turmoil. Her approach sounds positively enlightening.


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