I always thought I was perfectly fine keeping to myself about what happened when I was younger. Like I could take it to the grave & just keep pretending it never happened, never telling a soul. But I dunno, I never realized how bad it was until I actually talked to someone about it. One older lady brought up a good point that if I don’t deal with it now, I’ll really have to pay for it later on in life, like she did. Maybe I could of kept going on pretending it didn’t, or maybe she’d be right. Its extremely uncomfortable telling someone, & its almost all I think about now because I have to finally acknowledge it really did happen & that was, I think, one of my biggest fears. Actually having to deal with it & others knowing. A part of me wishes I never said anything but another part is happy I finally let it out.