I try not to go OT on the threads, but since this thread is now moving slow I'm going to go ahead and share.
I am a survivor and I was asked to tell my story in front of 40-50 professionals such as LE, nurses, advocates and many others that work in the field. I was given about a months notice and had nothing written yet.
I actually was thankful for the opportunity and very excited about taking that step forward until I actually started to try and write everything down.
I had 20-30 minutes to cram almost 50 years of emotional, physical and sexual abuse and the effects of, plus offer insight into what can be done to improve on the treatment of victims and survivors.
Well anyway, I would write a little, then cry a little, because I didn't realize how much I had forgotten or burried. Then I would distract myself into something that was much worse than what I had been through. Heh, "at least I survived", I would tell myself. Needless to say, a week (or less) before I had to give my speech, I had a bunch of pages of scribbles of sentences and paragraphs with dried tears. Nothing at all flowed together and I was frozen in panic about getting up in front of people (I am a wall flower).
That last week (or less), I spent several sleepless nights flowing those sentences and paragraphs together. I then had two wonderful friends that so graciously listened to my speech, so that I could get reassurance before speaking in front of the group. In between writing, I was panicking about what I was going to wear, what my voice would sound like, if I was going to pass out, etc, etc, etc. (I so hate myself for caring and worrying about what others think, ugh, what a waste of time. I thought I was over that and was strong, stood tall and comfortable being me.)
Well, the morning came and I managed to make it there. Believe it or not, I was calm, collected (the little pill helped) and my words flowed well.
I came home feeling relieved that I made it through that experience, but I do have to say it is one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. It has been a few weeks and I think I am still digesting it.
Currently, I am volunteering with a organization that is forming a survivor network but they are two hours from where I live. I also have a FB survivor group. I am trying to work with other organizations in my community but they seem so territorial. I really need to feel like I belong and have a purpose. I'm not going to give up. Not this time, not with this issue.
Thanks to those that read this. I needed to get it off my chest.