I first found out about my childhood memories of abuse was the night after my 2nd sexual assault. As if the assault were not enough, I was assaulted with memories of Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA). I first thought, “How could I have gone through this and not remember it?” I didn’t understand how I could go most of my life not knowing about the abuse.
I was scared, at first, to tell anyone about these memories. I did eventually talk to my husband and asking him if this could be true. He reminded me of when I had my hysterectomy the doctor had stated I must have been abused due to the scarring of my uterus. I was stunned by how I could forget that part of the surgery as well.
These memories brought on a oppressive depression. I eventually tried to kill myself because I couldn’t handle it. It almost worked except my daughter came home early from school. She saved my life. It was then I first went to a trauma treatment center.
This is all I can write about today. Until next time, peace and love to you all.