Blindsided

When you openly talk about a taboo subject like rape and incest, you're normally prepared for a daily barrage of judgmental comments, glares and even hostility. You go in knowing that's what's coming, but it doesn't really matter because of the overwhelming support of people who want to help or need to hear. But every once in a while, you're blindsided. Somebody gets past your guard and truly zings you. Your guts turn to ice, you lose your train of thought, the old insecurities rush into the breech and join in the attack.

The good thing about hellish experience is, once you start to love yourself, even the zingers don't matter. You've faced far worse than a cruel comment from a cruel person trolling for a meal. So don't lose heart, my brothers and sisters of circumstance, when some moron with teeth draws blood. See them for what they are, and see your own courage and worth. If a self loathing, suicidal basketcase like me can find happiness, anyone can too. Hang in there.

Love, R