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Washing My Sins Away
Was it my fault?
The most common question we hear from sexual abused people. Society only takes rape seriously when the victim was overtaken by a stranger jumping out of bushes. For most of us our rapists were wolves dressed in sheep's clothing. They were our dates, our friends, our teachers, our cousins, or father or mother or our husbands.
We scrub our bodies to wash out the sins, the embarrassment, the smell and the memories. We keep our eyes shut and we put a fake smile on. We adopt the pain as something that had to feel in every sexual contact. When you reach the top level of pain maybe you try to find something good by feeling it again and again.