Possibly the most hurtful part of my sexual assault was the church that failed me in the aftermath. A place that had been my home, people who had professed friendship, kinship, sisterhood, and family left me as so much collateral damage. I get it, I do. I know I wouldn’t shut up about it and it wore on you all. I get it, he denied it and what could you do? Uhhhh, a lot more than the nothing that resulted. A lot more than telling me, it can’t be about what he did, but about how you felt. I’m assuming that you, as a rational blog reader, see how ILLOGICAL that is, right? trauma isn’t so neat as two solid cry fests and then BAM! Healed! It’s just, trauma isn’t so neat as two solid cry fests and then BAM! Healed! It isn’t so neat as ‘write him a letter about…