this past few days i have been visiting my best friend from my college/university days - one of my few and bestest friends ever. we last had a true heart-to-heart talk 40 years ago - and have seen each other only once since - and that was 13 years ago. i was planning on telling him my whole life story - including all the lost episodes that i did not even remember when last we were together - specifically the CSA stuff and all the recent drama since the memories began to resurface. i was expecting it to be difficult - but i knew that if anyone would listen, understand, not judge or reject me - and still accept me, he would.
well - i was wrong about one thing - and right about the other. within an hour of being reunited, he told me without a blush or a stammer - that he had been abused as a boy. i immediately said - "me too!"
later - i was able to relate the whole story. it was NOT difficult. and he WAS supportive. our friendship is better than ever. this is like the cherry on top - of all the earlier healing experiences with other issues from my past on this trip.
tomorrow will be another BIG deal - i hope to find my real father's grave - that i have never been to. he was buried on my third birthday. i hope that will bring a sense of peace to another wounded area of my heart.
just had to share the incredible news, guys.
thanks for going along on this amazing journey with me.
"the scariest thing about abuse of any shape or form, is, in my opinion, not the abuse itself, but that if it continues it can begin to feel commonplace and eventually acceptable."
- Alan Cumming, "Not My Father's Son"