I don't have much else to say other than you're strong as hell and I hope in some way that this helped writing it out. There is so much raw emotion and pain in this and I think the worst part about that can be having it be unseen, untouched, and uncared for by those we wanted any kind of acknowledgement from. I keep going back to the first few lines and feeling myself in them. I, too, have the tendency to push memories back until they flood back. Then, I wonder if they were even real, or if I'd just been denying and not letting myself kind of validate that yes, this really affected me, even if no one else took it seriously or thought about how it would impact me. And I don't think it's talked about enough how that can feel while being an adult, having to process it, which can feel quite lonesome.