Thank you, you're reaction to that, calling it horrible, sick, twisted and demented is really validating. I think part of why I'm struggling with the realization is that it's SO horrible that I can't get my brain around it. My father damaged me in such a way that I carried it for years, just for his own selfish purposes. Thank you for you're anger on my behalf. It says I matter.
And you're right about no longer being a victim, but overcoming as a survivor. I have lived long enough in thrall to lies and evil deeds. I told my T near the end of the appointment that my father had clipped my wings when I was meant to fly. We're fixing my wings so that I can fly.
AG