My initial reaction to coming out and telling someone about the abuse was that 'bad things' would happen to me. It kinda feels like the threats and implied consequences that were pointed out to me by my perpetrator, many years ago, coming back to haunt me now if I should tell of the abuse.
The result was a lot of fear raining down on me all at once, after I kind of told someone. The more people I told, the more the rain of fear rained down.
That said, there was a lightness that happened at the same time. So instead of just feeling like bawling in the rain, I got a little lighter on my feet, especially when I found there were other men that shared similar experiences.
The more I connected with resources in my community, and here, and became sure of my footing, the more the fear subsided.
Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is just to echo Trucker and say that it's probably not the case that a million bad things are going to happen. But it won't be easy.
I can say unequivocally that the lie of "To truly heal you must first forgive" has derailed more victims than the abusers themselves.
Andrew Vachs, 2003