i didn't plan to. it just happened.
a friend was telling me about his daughter - who had been abused by a boyfriend. i've know the family for at least 5 years. she was one of my students. i knew that there was something wrong - but not what had happened. my friend - the girl's father - was telling me she was seeing a T but they were still concerned about her. i could tell that - of course - the parents as well as the girl were all hurting.
i wanted to help. all i could think of was to tell him what had happened to me. i wanted to give him something that would make him feel better.
i said: "there is something i want to tell you. i was also abused as a kid. but i didn't get any help until i was in my 30s. instead i repressed it and denied it and it festered and infected m whole life. i am so thankful that your daughter is getting help NOW - with no delay."
i was shaking and choking up and starting to tear as i spoke. he reached out and hugged me. i was surprised. i wanted to comfort him. but he also comforted me. he said i was her favorite teacher and that i had already helped her more than i knew - even without knowing of her circumstances. i'm glad i told. maybe that will help a little, too.
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago