I read a diary tonight and it made a lot of hard memories come back. I'm not going to link the diary because I don't know how she'd feel about that. Since I found her surfing around and not with a banner ad.
I went through something similar. She is brave enough to reveal in her diary.
I didn't have it near as badly. At least I don't think so... I can't really remember.
I know some detials but I've blocked the rest out. I tried a few times to remember but it seems my inner child doesn't want to relive them. Being an abused child in anyway is always painful. I just left her a note with a hug because all the words I could think to say seemed meaningless in the way they couldn't get across just how I felt.
It made me cry. I cried for her and me and all the others who went through that. Its painful for her to talk about and I understand that completely. I wrote about it on my old diary but people couldn't handle it and it scared away a lot of friends I had made so I don't think I'll post it on this diary. At least not yet.
I admire her for facing this fear and trying to work through it. It truly takes a strong person to do this and even if she doesn't think she's strong she really is.
I hope one day she works through it and can move on. Though I'm not sure you ever move on from something like that. It gets a little easier to deal with it after you work through it. But it never really goes away. I still have a hard time trusting guys. I guess thats why I hang out with guys who are gay a lot. I feel safer with them.
Anyway I just want to wish her the best of luck with all of it and to say I'm here should she need to talk.
Funny how in here it doesn't sound as dorky as it did when I was trying to write her a comment.

Old Tears + New Fears = Lolita