The Weight of 39 Years of Silence
I stayed silent about my abuse for 39 years. This is why survivors stay silent, and what really happens when that silence finally breaks after years of carrying trauma alone.
I was 45 years old, sitting across from the man who would become my second husband, when I said the words out loud for the first time.
“I was abused as a child.”
Thirty nine years. That is how long those words stayed locked inside me.
Thirty nine years of carrying something that shaped everything about who I became, and who I could not be.
This is not a story about instant healing. This is a story about silence, survival, and what happens when that silence finally breaks.
Why Survivors Stay Silent in Childhood
It started when I was 6 years old.
I was just a child who wanted to play and be happy. That is what children do, right?
But that was not my reality.
This resulted in me becoming hyper alert. I did not want anyone to touch me. I apologised for everything, even when I did nothing wrong.
My body knew something was wrong, even when I did not have the words for it.
When you are a child, you do not understand what is happening. You just know something feels wrong, and you feel afraid.
Sometimes you are left alone with someone older. You feel uncomfortable, frozen, even numb.
You pretend nothing happened.
Because you do not understand it, and because deep down, you are afraid no one will believe you.
Back then, children were often dismissed. If you tried to say something, you risked being told you were making things up.
So you stay quiet.
Days turn into weeks. Weeks turn into years.
Before you realise it, silence becomes your normal.
This continued until I was about 14 years old.
Eight years of my childhood were taken from me.
Silence Becomes Survival
I never told anyone.
Not my parents. Not my family.
I had already seen how children were treated when they spoke up. Even small things were dismissed.
So I learned quickly that silence was safer.
When you are a child, silence is not a choice. It is survival.
How Trauma Shaped Who I Became
As I got older, the silence stayed with me.
In high school, I had no boyfriends. I came across as tough, almost like a tomboy. I even fought with boys.
People saw strength.
But I was not strong. I was protecting myself the only way I knew how.
No one ever asked why.
How It Followed Me Into Adulthood
According to World Health Organisation research on trauma and long-term psychological impact, and unresolved childhood abuse can affect emotional regulation, relationships, and self-worth well into adulthood.
The abuse stopped when I was 14.
But the silence did not.
It followed me into my twenties, my thirties, and into my first marriage.
I struggled with relationships. Trying to fit into what I thought I should be, but it never felt right.
I had my first child on my own, because I did not see a future where I could trust someone enough to build a life with them.
Years later, I met my first husband and got married at 35.
At the time, I thought I had finally found stability.
But I never told him about my past.
There was always something stopping me.
After our first child together, everything changed. I discovered he was cheating on me.
I stayed longer than I should have, because my self worth was almost nonexistent.
Eventually, the marriage ended.
I was left raising three children, carrying everything on my own.
Still, I never spoke about what had happened to me.
I convinced myself it did not matter anymore.
But it did.
It was shaping everything.
Age 45, Breaking the Silence After Years of Abuse
Two years later, I met someone different.
Someone safe.
Before we even started dating, I told him.
I remember saying, “I do not know how to tell you this, but I feel like I have to.”
And then I said it.
“I was abused as a child.”
For the first time in 39 years, someone listened.
He did not interrupt or question me.
Instead he believed me.
That moment changed everything.
For the first time, it was not just something I carried alone.
It was real.
And for the first time, I felt some form of relief.
When Disclosure Isn’t Enough
The Gap Between Telling and Healing
I thought telling someone would fix everything.
It did not.
In fact, it opened everything.
Although I had finally spoken, I still did not get help. I only started therapy at the age of 50, five years after that moment.
At first, telling him felt freeing.
But over time, everything I had buried started coming to the surface.
When Everything Started Breaking Open
The anger came first.
It was constant and overwhelming.
I reacted to everything. Small things felt big. My emotions were unpredictable.
One moment I was fine. The next, I felt completely out of control.
I did not understand what was happening.
Looking back now, I see it clearly.
For decades, I had suppressed everything. The moment I opened that door, everything came rushing out.
At the same time, I was dealing with perimenopause, which intensified everything I was feeling.
I became easily triggered.
This made me lash out at my husband, my children, and even strangers.
I carried deep anger, not only toward the people who hurt me, but also toward myself.
I blamed myself for not fighting back, even though I was just a child.
The guilt and disgust were overwhelming.
Eventually, I started withdrawing. I spoke less. When I did speak, it came out as anger.
That was when I realised something had to change.
Seeking Help After Breaking the Silence
With my husband’s support, I finally reached a breaking point.
I did not want my family to carry my pain.
So I sought help.
My first therapy session was overwhelming. I did not know where to begin.
But once I started talking, everything came out.
I cried uncontrollably.
At the same time, there was relief.
That was the beginning of my healing.
What Healing After Childhood Abuse Really Feels Like
Therapy is not easy.
Some days are manageable. Others feel impossible.
Memories come back in flashes. Feelings come in waves.
There are days when you push through, and days when you do not want to get out of bed.
Sleep becomes difficult. Your mind does not rest.
But slowly, things begin to make sense.
Through therapy, I learned how to ground myself. Simple things like breathing, feeling my body, and reminding myself I am safe.
There were times when I did not want to feel anything at all.
But through this process, I began to understand something important.
What happened to me was not my fault.
Letting go of that belief has been one of the hardest parts of this journey.
One day after a session, I cried the entire drive home. When I got home, I broke down completely.
That was the moment everything shifted.
I finally stopped blaming myself.
Why I Am Telling This Story
I am sharing this for anyone who has stayed silent.
For years. For decades.
If you feel like it is too late, it is not.
If you feel like it does not matter, it does.
You may not be able to get over it, but you can get through it.
Silence protects abusers.
Speaking up breaks that silence.
If this feels familiar to you, please know this.
You are not alone.
You are not broken.
And it is not too late.
This Is My Start
I am 50 years old, and I am only now beginning to heal.
Some might say I lost years to silence.
I say I survived.
Now I am learning how to live.
This journey is not easy. It is uncomfortable, messy, and overwhelming at times.
But for the first time, I am not carrying it alone.
I am choosing to be present.
To use my voice.
I am choosing to help others who are still living in silence.
Bring it to light.
End the silence.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS.
If You Need Support
If you are reading this and need help, please consider reaching out. Support is available.
International:
- Search: child abuse helpline + your country
- Search: sexual assault support + your country
- Search: trauma therapy resources + your country
South African Resources:
- Childline South Africa: 0800 055 555
- Stop Gender Violence Helpline: 0800 150 150
- Lifeline South Africa: 0861 322 322
You don’t have to carry this alone.