I know that this may sound a bit lame, but last night a friend of mine helped me to find within myself the lost little boy who I locked away so many years ago. (Inner child I guess, but I'm not particularly fond of that term)
She told me that she had seen him a little the night when I told her about the abuse, and it was like an epiphany. I hadn't even really known he was there.
In my minds eye, we just held one another and cried, and cried and I told the terrified little boy that it was not his fault.
It was incredibly cathardic, and christ it fucking hurt, but I think it was a definate step forward.
Just venting a little and sharing a little good news on my personal front. Thanks for listeneing.