Survivinguy, Jeff, Robbie, Drop, Little Big Man, Puffer, lbcali, Daniel, Green, Chase Eric, PeteN, Devon, StAiNeD...
I am weeping for each of you. and for myself. i don't think i have cried about it since I was 10 or 11 - the time i decided i wouldn't give that satisfaction ever again of letting him see me react to the pain.
If it's not to much to handle, how did you deal with it?
for years, decades, i laughed about it and pretended that it was just a normal part of growing up - never let on even to myself how bad it really was. But i started to realize when i had kids that i wasn't going to repeat the past with them. only the past few months i admitted the full extent.
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself... And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." - Paulo Coelho