Well, the only "people" who know about any of the initial trauma, insist that it didn't happen to me. Period. My family. My sister absolutely, positively insists (and has everyone convinced), that SHE and my uncle's daughter, were the only ones "sacrificed" to him for the abuse. I just admitted to my T, that it wasn't until my sister had her breakdown, that I even considered that the same thing happened to me. That was at least 15 years after the occurrence.

The actual physical traumas I experienced-well, according to everyone (family and friends). They're over, you survived, don't dwell on them...... next.......... (had these traumas occurred even 10 years earlier than they did, I would be dead, or without a leg-right from the mouth of a doctor).

I have very, very casually referred to "every family having a "funny" uncle" to some friends, and they just go right over it. I say nothing.

I told one friend (a couple years ago) that I was seeing a therapist, and she quickly left the subject. She has since forgotten, because she insists that with her MSW (masters in social work), that she know what is best for her grieving mother-and therapy is just something they DON"T DO! SHE knows what is best-and therapy is not the way to go. I NEVER bring it up to her again.

I told another friend about therapy, and she just keeps telling me to leave my husband, and I will be better.

Phew-no wonder I keep it to myself, and only discuss it here.....