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I went to one councelling session during college, (just before I had a breakdown and went AWOL). The councillor got hung up on the fact I lost my virginity at 13. Kept trying to convince me this was an issue.
Over the years I've come to fear telling anyone anything because they seem to get hung up on one point and ignore everything else I say. I have real problems making myself understood. It's very frustrating.
So for once, for the record, I'd like to acknowledge the one event in my life I've found particularly traumatic. I feel like it's not a big enough issue to be upset about and I know many people cope with much worse, so I promise I'll shut up about it after this.
Okay. A few days before my 10th birthday, I was on a school trip. I was on a beach with my class and there was a rockfall. Basically, a cliff fell on me. My body was quite mangled. I doubt anyone would guess by looking at me today. I dont even have a limp any more. My right hand is missing a finger and has some big scars, but that's all.
Sometimes I think I'm still affected by this. I dont know how or why, though. At the time I was just so ashamed it happened to me, that I couldnt wash or feed myself in hospital. That my friends saw me in a wheelchair. Now I don't know how I feel about it. I cant think why I should be bothered, especially as I am very lucky to be walking around.
Thats just something that's been on my mind today.
Over the years I've come to fear telling anyone anything because they seem to get hung up on one point and ignore everything else I say. I have real problems making myself understood. It's very frustrating.
So for once, for the record, I'd like to acknowledge the one event in my life I've found particularly traumatic. I feel like it's not a big enough issue to be upset about and I know many people cope with much worse, so I promise I'll shut up about it after this.
Okay. A few days before my 10th birthday, I was on a school trip. I was on a beach with my class and there was a rockfall. Basically, a cliff fell on me. My body was quite mangled. I doubt anyone would guess by looking at me today. I dont even have a limp any more. My right hand is missing a finger and has some big scars, but that's all.
Sometimes I think I'm still affected by this. I dont know how or why, though. At the time I was just so ashamed it happened to me, that I couldnt wash or feed myself in hospital. That my friends saw me in a wheelchair. Now I don't know how I feel about it. I cant think why I should be bothered, especially as I am very lucky to be walking around.
Thats just something that's been on my mind today.