Thank you to each one of you for your replies. I would love to elaborate more about this situation to further explain what exactly happened, but I must refrain right now from doing so for many personal reasons. What kills me the most is my family consists of several therapists... and they refuse to admit they need the help. I WANT to see a therapist/counselor, I just have to find one. As much as I am an adult and on my own in a sense, I still am on their insurance [full time student] so it's hard to find a place without them finding out. Esp. when I'm constantly told I don't need help I'm fine I just have issues like every other young adult. Sheesh. Suzy, my school doesn't have dorms. but it doesn't matter, I'm having a major crisis otherwise. I'm contemplating some huge life decisions that might just pick me up and move me anyway. Bah, but let's not allow me to bitch some more lol. On a more serious note, to you ladies/gents who mentioned above about your own similar experiences with abuse, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who has dealt with such an emotional experience. It's almost saddening to know so many of us [not just tt, people I know] have suffered abuse. It kills me to know it still happens, and just as extreme if not worse. Iha, you're a wonderful example of what a therapist SHOULD BE. working to alleviate a child's pain and guide them down a road of happiness. I unfortunately like many, still look to my past and find myself reliving the pain all over again. even if it happened this one time, it hurt badly enough to feel 80 times worse.