This is my third attempt at posting--tech problems today. Congratulations on taking working on your healing, antonimm 1979.

I was also abused by my mother. It might have started around 12, but didn't end then.

I am also working in a caring profession. As a protestant minister, I am not a therapist, but I think there is some similarity in some of the things we do.

For me the most important step in healing was believing myself. For a long time I couldn't. I was seeing if my brothers or fathers or anyone would remember something the way I did, and that would confirm everything. They had different responses, but none of them affirmed what I remembered.

Now I know they were wrong. Either they didn't see, or they don't remember. It doesn't matter, I believe myself.

Yes, it happened. No, I am not crazy.

Believing myself was a step to healing, and also a sign that much healing has taken place.

I wish you well. You are not alone.
"This is not my shame, this is their shame." Mona Eltahawy