Some Wounds Never Heal: Rape is a Soul-Killer

I have been thinking about the trauma of sexual abuse in general and rape in particular. I am in my eighth decade. It has been many years since I have suffered THAT KIND of trauma.

And I thought it was all worked out. I did talk therapy (useless). Alchemical Hypnotherapy (much better). Letting out anger, fear, and grief. And for many years, the precipitating events rarely crossed my mind. If ever.

I worked. I had a social life. I had relationships that did not revolve around trauma. I lived my life.

But recently, for the last 3 years or so, I have been having flashbacks. Little common daily tasks like washing silverware produce mental images from 55 years ago. Men now long dead come into my memory unbidden. It is not laying me low. I am not hiding under the bed. But I am reacting with curiosity and self-compassion.

ANYONE who tries to minimize the damage to the Epstein Girls, the Cornell victim, or to any who have been sexually abused, no matter how long ago, does not understand the slightest thing about it. The everlasting mind-fuck.

I fear we are sliding back into the dark ages. My heart breaks for the young women of today, and the girls coming up behind them.

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