For the first half of my adult life I thought very little, if at all, of the abuse I endured as a child. I thought of it as “no big deal” and refused to look at it or even really acknowledge it..
I was supposed to be “over it.” I got married and we had a good life, the two of us. Any thoughts or feelings I had about my abuse were immediately and forcefully dismissed because I was “over it,” and I refused to admit otherwise.
Then I experienced infertility, infertility treatment (including four surgeries) and IVF. We were amazingly lucky and had two beautiful children.
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