I was attacked by a rapist in a public park during the middle of the day when I was 11 years old. It was very violent, not just a molestation, and I was left with a broken jaw from being punched in the face.
To be honest, I think the violence was far more injurious to my psyche than the sexual abuse component. It just changed the way that I viewed the entire world. It seemed so random to me - this charming man who had been speaking with me in a friendly way, suddenly punching me in the face and knocking me to the ground. After that I was frightened of literally everyone. I'd not had any clues that there was anything unusual or dangerous about this man or this encounter, so how could I trust myself to judge any other situation? I'm sure I had post traumatic stress disorder, but that was before that was a mainstream diagnosis and I never received counseling.
One of the things that bothered me at the time and in later years was this memory of my mother's reaction. I remember hearing her in the other room, calling her friends, "blessed was raped!" At that time, people didn't talk about this kind of thing and it felt like a horrible betrayal of my privacy. She also brought up the subject with my friends, who knew in a childish way that something bad had happened, but didn't really understand or know about the particular details. It made me feel victimized and like I was different in their eyes. I felt like they never really treated me the same afterward.
At the time it felt like she was parlaying my trauma into an interesting topic of conversation. I don't think that's probably fair or accurate now, she probably needed to talk about and process what had happened as much as I did, but as a child that was my interpretation of it. It took me many years to forgive her.
So, I guess I'd just add that it might be important to protect your daughter's wishes about when, where and how much she would like to share the experience. Just so she doesn't get re-victimized by stigma and loss of her sense of who she is.
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