I talked openly about sexual abuse with someone yesterday. And about body parts. And sexual intercourse.
There was no anger or wrong-making or freaking out. We just talked. Questions were asked and answered calmly, honestly, and genuinely. And the conversation eventually comfortably and naturally moved onward into something else.
And nothing was weird. And we both gained an unexpected degree of value from the conversation.
And wouldn’t the world be a better place, if we could have informative, open, and safe conversations about more of these traditionally taboo and sensitive topics?
My world certainly has improved since they have become part of my everyday life. It was really, really scary at first, and difficult. And awkward and uncomfortable. Now, though, it has become quite normal and easy. And I am grateful for that every time such an opportunity and conversation arise.
^Right in the middle of typing it, I caught myself, and so got it right 😛