I wonder if that makes sense. Anyway, I should really be asking myself why I'm going through newspapers when I should be crying. I think its the distraction thing again. I do feel less spun-out and less 'numbed' by the thoughts of being sexually abused constantly knocking on the door of my conscious mind and wandering in. But come in, come in, I say.
Lets sit down and have a chat.
Tell me about yourself and let me learn more from to knowledge you provide me. But it can be a bit much at times. Some part of my mind keeps telling me it was dad. I really would like for that not to be true. I'm not sure yet.