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Some things still make me cry, years later. This post, linked from ladymurmur's journal.

I've been fairly open about what happened to me. When you're having a panic attack in the middle of a meeting because someone you didn't see behind you touched your shoulder, it's hard to hide it. You have to explain, or someone who knows has to explain for you. I've told the story, more than I've ever said in a sitting to a person, in this journal (here, and here). I'm still coming to terms with how much those three nights changed my life.

To my friends, here and in real life,
who've sat with me when I couldn't bear to be touched,
to those who held my hand when I could tolerate the contact,
who've woke me from the nightmares,
to the people who warned strangers to be careful around me when I couldn't tell my own story,
to the friend who sedated me when I needed it and kept me from hurting myself further,
to the man who met me when all of this was fresh and vivid, and was patient enough to love me despite that,

Thank you all.
Those words aren't enough, because I can't tell you all how much you helped.

My name is Jera. I am a survior of sexual violence.
No pity. No shame. No silence.

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