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Well sure. But what’s “too open”, and who gets to decide that?
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A mental health professional, I’d wager.
My personal definition of ‘‘too open’’ would include this shirt.
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I came to the realization about four years ago that until my rape was just another thing that happened - with no emotional drama whatsoever - then I really wasn’t “over it.”
I sprained my ankle once. I shop at Aldi. I was raped. I’m making polish sausage for dinner tonight.
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I don’t believe it has to be a certain way for everybody. The traumas I have experienced have nothing to do with what I’m making for dinner or where I shop. They are far more personal and impact me in a far more profound way. They don’t define who I am, but they are definitely a part of me – and increasingly, a secret part of me intended for my therapist, my husband and anonymous internet message boards only. (I kind of feel like a superhero in this way – mild mannered olives in my social life, but privately able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!)
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I talk about spraining my ankle when someone brings up ankle injuries. I talk about where I shop when people are looking for good deals. I talk about my rape when the topic of rape comes up. And I talk about my dinner plans when people talk about food. And all of them have the same level of emotional impact on me now. Spraining my ankle and my rape both SUCKED at the time. But they don’t hurt me anymore.
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I would not discuss my experiences if the topic came up casually in a social setting. I am past the point where I need people to know how much I have suffered and how much I have overcome. There was a point where I definitely needed that, even though it ultimately made me feel bad about myself. So what is healing for you is exactly the opposite of healing for me. My healing has consisted in honoring my experience for what it is but establishing personal boundaries between myself and other people. When I keep those private things private, I learn things about me I never knew before. I’ve always known I had a lousy childhood, but it wasn’t until I started putting that away and exploring other areas of myself that I discovered I’m funny, silly, intelligent, etc. I also believe you can tell when a person is strong, or wise, or clever, without necessarily knowing their life story. Understanding that has been a huge point of personal growth for me.
If someone wore that shirt around me, I would be uncomfortable – not necessarily because I buy into the stigma, but because I’ve personally been in that position of need, and it would remind me of a few unpleasant things I’ve done at my most emotionally raw. Not only that, but it would remind me of a part of my life I really don’t want to think about while I’m munching popcorn and watching DVDs at a friend’s house. I would probably feel mild resentment toward the wearer for reminding me of that. I don’t imply the resentment would be justified, but those are the feelings I would have, from one trauma survivor to another.