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Originally Posted by Mordor
Ki,
My sister and I were both molested and beaten for years by our stepdad. She went on to smoke crack and strip, and I went to college and got married. But despite the seeming normality of my life, our demons were the same. On the outside everything looked fine, but inside I was dead. I was f ucked up, and I did f ucked up things. The difference for me was the love of a good woman. The best woman in the world. The only woman who could have saved me.
Hi, Ked! 
Molestation and abuse are a breach of trust and a betrayal of love, so only love can heal the damage. That may sound corny to you, but it's true. I don't mean the trite portrayals of love we often see in movies or hear in music. I mean love that endures and sacrifices. Nothing is stronger than that.
Also, if you are suffering from PTSD as I was, two or three controlled sessions of therapy with MDMA will sort your brain out on the mental health side of things. |
Ki, when you wrote about "pushing away" potential mates--yes, that is a thing. Sir was determined to prove love did not exist, for in his experience, it did not. Not only was he abused, but his mother knew about the abuse and ... did nothing. So he tried to prove that I did not/could not love him. I did and do love him, though, so here we are. I was able to show him that love was real, despite his "pushing me away".
Also, PTSD really messes you up. If you have it, I totally agree with my Sir on the controlled MDMA sessions. 2-3 should do it.