How to find gratitude in the midst of trauma.
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I entered The Pinto, a trendy vintage coffee shop/eatery in downtown Batesville, and ordered my favorite caffeinated beverage—café breve—while waiting to meet with my FOFO (formerly online friend only) for lunch, coffee, and conversation face-to-face for the first time.
Half an hour later, deep into a great chat about grace and relationships, a mutual friend greeted us and stopped to talk. While discussing potential dates for this mutual friend, the topic of abstinence surfaced. The mutual friend asked us, “Did you have sex before you were married?”
This time, I only felt a slight sting before responding to this version of the age-old question, “Tell me about your first time.”
21 years ago, a family friend raped me when I was 16 years-old. It was the first time I’d had sex.
Immediately following this traumatic experience, I did what many PTSD-infected, confused, depressed teenagers do who’ve been…
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