I guess one of the most shocking things that ever happened to me was to discover that I have rights. Sad, considering all I’ve lived through. It was such a foreign concept. I have rights…. The thought didn’t even begin to occur to me until I was well into adulthood.
I have rights.
That thought doesn’t seem that shocking to most people, of course they have rights. Why wouldn’t they have rights? Everyone has rights. But for an abuse victim, it’s not all that easy a thought to grasp. I—me, the one others lie to, lie about, abuse, yell at, curse out, hurt, ignore, blame—I have rights. Such a thought is shocking and utterly life changing.
When I was growing up, I believed that other people’s wants far outweighed my needs. Because I believed that, that broken-down, mixed-up, bad-to-the-core, false-as-could-be belief enabled others to wield power over me. Now, due to the grace…
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