*Potential Trigger*
The only way I could have known what the feeling was is because it had happened before.
I believe this happened when I was 3 years old, going on 4.
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I was a baby.
A part of me wants to bury this forever and never look at it again.
Another part of me knows it is true and that I need to deal with it in order to heal.
It’s a strange thing to know something happened to the depths of your soul, but to not have any visual memory of it.
That’s okay.
I know it happened, and it’s time to face this ugly truth.
There is other evidence that this person is capable of such things, but I am not at liberty to share as it does not involve me personally.
When he died, is when I started falling apart.
I thought it was because I loved him so much, and because of how close we were.
Thank you for reading if you made it this far.
I also talked about this partial memory a bit on my youtube channel in this video.
If you are so inclined, can you please share with me in the comments on my blog if you understand what I am feeling.
Do you know something terrible happened to you when you were little, but you have no visual memory of it?
I have been reading many books lately, but the book that has been helping me deal with this topic is called Repressed Memories by Renee Fredrickson. I highly recommend it to anybody who is experiencing repressed memories of child sexual abuse.
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Elizabeth
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Paula