I really support people in NOT telling their story of trauma, because telling the wrong people sucks.  I have tried to tell my story to so many therapists but their reactions were devestating: "I am sorry, but what part of that was traumatic?" "You must have felt like a really bad person" or their sobbing or cringing....

Telling my story though has been helpful lately.  Because I am finding safe people - and I also have the skills to self soothe.  Before I would try to tell my story to friends and they had no fucking idea what to say and what they did say usually made me feel worse and then we stopped being friends.  (I am guessing some of you are nodding.)  With my Mom's help, I am learning who to tell the story to - and what reactions are appropriate and helpful and which ones to walk away from asap.  My Mom always says safety first.  She finally one day said "Why are you trying to get validation from people who don't get what you're talking about and maybe haven't dealt with their own trauma issues?  Why do you think your friends will know what to say to help?"

With Dennis my ACT therapist (whom I foud out teaches grad level psychology at the Einstein School!), I have done three weeks of intake and am at age 27 in the story.  It feels GOOD, really good. Because other therapists would hear that I married a guy I knew for a week or that I moved so much or whatvere and think I was crazy.  But with Dennis hearing thr whole story, yesterday he said "There is a theme the whole time of a great aesthetic and philosophical/political awareness that propels you through life - as you have no parents and are self parenting and trying to figure out the right thing to do in life.  So these decisions make a lot of sense and there is a real constistnacy."

Dennis lived in London in 1990-1991 when I did and was part of the poitical movement I was, oddly enough.  He's Buddhist so he knows what I am talking about when I talk about how Buddhism fucked me up.   he knows the bands I like.  So there is a cultural thing that makes this safer - Other therapists, they don't know what squatting is, they don't understand punk rock, they don't understand Buddhism.  They simplify me into their training.  I now see why the culture of your therapist is important - If they don't know your world, they will judge it compared to theirs. This is why a Nat Am person really needs a Nat Am therapist etc.

There are some powerful things happening now that I have safe place to tell my truths.  One is that I am aware that oh yes this was abusive and traumatic, and the fear I have that people will say "It's no big deal" is unfounded - As I hear myself say stuff and think about if someone else was saying this how I would react, it has changed my view of my life.  I don't feel like a wimp or a bad person for this happening to me.

The other unexpected thing is how I see ME.  I am proud of me.  Because I tell my life story, there is abuse but then there is nonprofit work and quitting heroin and getting a degree and stuff. There is a lot of figuring things out for myself, of raising myself - and I did a good job!  In spite of trauma - There is a ME, living by her philosophical/political ideals in the midst of trauma.  I really was NOT formed by trauma.  I am more than PTSD.  I like myself a lot more now that I am talking.  I can see I am a good person.  The shame is fading.

But telling the wrong people made the shame a lot worse. 

Doing my intake at the Domestic Violence Center last week was really trippy too because I heard myself making EXCUSES for the abusers, about their childhoods and stuff.  I also realized that somehow I thought what they did was Ok.  The woman was saying how awful they are and I was kinda defending them.  This shocked me.  When I told her about my boyfriend beating me for not being feminist enough and I laughed and said "he was crazy, what do you say to that?" and she said "Abusers don't need reasons to abuse, you cannot reason with them - they have an internal need to abuse that has nothing to do with you" I was so relieved but also it's hard to sink that in. There's still some part of me that thinks I am responsibile. So having this strong feminist tell me what I'd tell someone else was great for me.

But I don't think I could have done this without all the skills learning and trauma reading I have done.  So I think the value of telling is determined by WHO you tell and their skills and knowledge about trauma and also by whyat skills you have to handle what comes up afterwards and what support you have afterwards for processing that stuff.  If anyone tells you anything other than "it is not your fault" I say get away!