*Trigger warning*
July marks the 9 year Anniversary of my violent sexual assault, and honestly I can't believe it has been that long. 9 years? What a journey it has been, and how much more knowledgable and fierce I feel this day. It has not been easy at times, because every year since the day after, my body goes into its habitual memory of the traumatic event and I end up feeling more tiresome, melancholy and ho-hum than usual. Our bodies tend to respond to trauma sooner than our brain can function to hash out all the details, or allow you to fully come into it. Thats just the brain though, creating defenses to protect you. As I stood in the kitchen, going about my day, I had myself, the first flashback in a while. I thought to myself, "now why do I want to think of these details again", the same ones replaying as if they are the only chunks my brain will let me remember, I do not dare push the boundaries, because I really don't want to remember everything. What I do remember is vivid (everything but the actual date it happened) and then it dawned one me what the month it was...
If you find this brash and bold of me to bring up, then allow me to walk you on a journey through the body, mind and journey of recovery for someone who has been through an event such as this.
PTSD, this is a term that is thrown around nonchalantly, but its impact is nothing cute or funny to casually talk about. After 9 years, I am actually able to talk about the events without getting emotional and tearing up, why ? because it took me so long to come out of the darkness that was the aftermath. What helped me, besides the wonderful hoard of friends I had, was the decision to, from now on, bring awareness about the subject. Out of the darkness of taboo topics, and straight into the hands of anyone who is curious, or has suffered.
If you ask anyone who knows me well, you will know, there was a period of 2 years post traumatic event, that I faded into the blackness of the mind and was a "body without a soul" I was not myself, I was hurting and in the deepest pit I had found myself in. One thing I regret is not opening up to my friends more about where I was emotionally and mentally. but like the angels they were, they loved and cared for me despite my sad/terrible disposition. I could not have come out of that hole without their help, and this comes to my first point.
Friends, these creatures are you godsend, they are the literal angels who walk the earth to love and care for you. The family you get to pick for yourself. Opening up and sharing with these folks, is going to help you feel supported and loved. Which is something that you need need need when you're in any state of depression. Staying grounded can feel like the hardest thing, but the last thing you really need to do is isolate yourself more than needed. You are never a burden to your loved ones, please remember this. You are not bothering them when you need love and support, you aren't being annoying when you reach out and feeling low. Remember, they're your literal angels.
Here are a couple of link, to great articles I wrote a while back about selfcare (in general) and the such after trauma:
5 tips of regeneration after times of difficulty
10 ways to energize your whole being-- click me bb
Its frightening to think about how often this sort of event happens on a daily basis, and how little the implications are for those committing such acts. What is even more frightening, is the amount of men, women and youth who keep it a secret and never seek out help. Trauma is not a fun thing, and should NEVER be dealt with alone. You are never alone
Here is link to a very helpful website if you or a loved one needs help with these things:
Rainn- click me
The YWCA is also a great resource if you are a woman in need of help:
https://www.ywca.org/
This year, I don't find myself mourning the event, but instead I wish to celebrate the triumph that my overcome has been, wow ! It is so crazy to think what an impact just one terrible night, one terrible person, one terrible event can have on a person. But I, once again, am coming back to myself, to the place where I felt my own desire for feeling. My desire to sense and feel the magic in life, and it takes me back to the summer post trauma, that I reeeeally started to feel like myself again. The summer that I remembered what grounded me, when I remembered what it felt like to be open to the unexpected.
Truly, the event is something that will never leave you, but what you choose to do with the time and how you respond and cope, is the key to surviving.
Here are a couple of links to previous articles I've written about sexual assault,
ptsd and the such.. and are filled with statistics and support :
You are not alone- healing after sexual trauma
Sexual assault and PTSD
All of my love,
EB




