My radar has never been wrong.
I’m sure this is alarming for most. I find it a comfort.
For years I have been open about being a victim of sexual abuse when I was a child.
The topic is not for general conversation but it is interesting how often I make reference to the fact.
For many people the subject is still taboo.
This is strange when you understand how many are afflicted. One in three females. One in three.
I don’t know the stats for men. I have a feeling they tend to keep their secrets.
But the damage is the same.
We are all broken.
Some are never repaired.
Then I reflect… none of us are completely repaired. The scars remain.
As for my radar?
I usually know when I meet a victim. Some minute hint throws a shadow. I can sense it more than see it. But it’s there.
It’s not my place to ask for a confirmation. And it’s none of my business.
This might be the reason I’ve been more open about my past. If I talk about it many in turn talk to me. I’ve heard so many stories. Secrets have been shared in whispered words and tears.
I believe my radar also works for the abusers. Too many times my skin has crawled when I’ve met someone. Too many times I’ve looked at a person with the intent to let them know I know. Send them a message with a mix of hate and disgust meant to warn them. If you cross the line and I find proof my Buddhist vows will not hold me back from the pain I will cause you.
I trust my radar.
So far it has not been wrong.
Trust your own gut.