“So Hazel, how do you feel today?” My therapist asked me. I rolled my eyes, “Exactly how I feel every day Mrs. Andrews. Suckish.”
“Well there are things you can do to help you know.”
“Like what? Go back in time? Try and forget? You can’t forget these things Mrs. Andrews.”
“No you don’t! No one understands unless the same thing happens to them!” I stood up and began storming out. I hated having a therapist. Most of them were so naiive in their teaching, their “helping”.
I got out of my car and walked into my house, where my mom was cooking, “You’re home early.”
“I don’t feel well. I’m going to take a shower and go to sleep.”
“Dear, you’ve already taken three showers today.”
“So? I feel dirty.” Face it, all raped people feel dirty for the rest of their lives. It soon turns to an obsession. I quickly took my burning hot shower and crawled under my sheets, soon falling asleep.