I have suffered a great pain over the last quarter of a century. I had to grow up so quickly after the abuse that the teenage boy couldn’t enjoy the innocence of childhood. There have been times when I look back and cry. The silence of keeping this secret for so long has been deafening.
Deafening to the point that I thought I’d imagined it. The memories came back from time to time. Even through this sadness I have had sometimes of real joy.
Joy through friends and family. Joy through things I did at work.
I look at my achievements and see the wonder and joy there.
This week is holy week. There will be sadness and Joy.