It’s taken me a long, long time to learn how to do this. I was like my mom, quiet, meek, submissive, totally silent. The few times I told anyone anything, I was harassed or bullied or made fun of. I learned to keep silent. I never told anyone when I was molested or raped. I never told anyone about the nightmares or fears that the traumas created. After being molested at age three, I didn’t talk for a year and no one noticed.
Even as an adult, I kept quiet, in fear of offending someone or rocking the boat. I avoided confrontation as much as possible.
But you finally get to a point when you say enough.