Genius writers suffered child sexual abuse. Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolfe, Anais Nin, to name a few. Sadly, their pain remained unresolved in spite of their frenzied genius. Traumatic memories are fragmentary, come in bits and pieces, little glimpses of horror, the jigsaw puzzle falls into a shape that is unpalatable, and then finally, what seemed senseless and inexplicable begins to have meaning, however distressing that meaning may be. Previously unexplained phobias, symptoms, illnesses, are found to have a valid, verifiable root cause.
Sense is made out of horror.
A horror borne by millions and millions. I was sexually abused from the age of three to eleven. I had absolute amnesia. I split off parts of me that held the memories till I was strong enough to face them. It was intrafamilial.