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This is a sad state of affairs. A psychiatrist accused me of false memories and suggested I was just trying to draw attention to myself. I didn’t argue with him at the time. I just left his office never to return again. Mind you, this was a psychiatrist recommended by a trauma therapist who told me this psychiatrist was trauma sensitive. That was about ten years ago.

Around the same time, when memories were surfacing, I disclosed to my doctor that I had been sexually abuse by my father when I was very young. She responded by saying: “are you sure that happened to you?” And “sometimes we just have to get on with life and forget about the past.” I felt so betrayed by my doctor as she had been my primary care physician for the last ten years.

I’ve, personally, spent too much time being angry at a system that is not responsive to my needs. Betrayal as you have suggested takes many forms some of which could be considered ‘microaggressions’ or subtle silencing or snubbing — elevating experts voices above those with lived experiences or elevating the voice of veterans, as if, war is a test of survival and grit, whereas the ability to survive as a child in a home where there’s no escape isn’t viewed as heroic or incredible or worthy of mention. Denial is a betrayal. And if someone chooses not to acknowledge your story when you’ve made yourself vulnerable in front of them, that’s another betrayal — because you’re putting your trust in them to be compassionate — to show you the compassion that they naturally extend to others.

I’ve learned to protect myself. I also choose not to engage with those who aren’t open to understanding. I’ve decided it’s their issue, not mine. Other people don’t control me or the truth of my experience. My experience belongs to me. My story belongs to me. If they don’t want to believe, I really don’t care at this point. I’m not interested in engaging with a brick wall or a Harlow wire monkey in lieu of a warm, receptive nurturing resemblance of a human being. Life is too damn short.

We manage to find our way. Survivors always find a way.

I found this quote today that I like: “I danced in the flames and pranced on the shames of those whose names I could not reveal. I have been told, exhaustingly by a genus of psychiatry, that to forget allegedly means to heal but if only such a thought became real. To die when compared to living has, at times, seemed like the lesser evil.”

Although I’m not suicidal, nor have I ever been, my experiences with childhood trauma would have been enough for anyone to kill themselves. I’m a resilient person. I don’t need to apologize for showing up in the world. Neither do you — though I know it’s not easy…

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Josephine A. Lauren (she/they)'s avatar

Thank you, Zida. It's so important that incest survivors collectively reclaim the erasure of our stories throughout history. This piece does a wonderful job educating everyone, but especially survivors, why receiving competent clinical support can be such a challenge for us.

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