Telling the Truth

I've been thinking about truth a lot lately. Actually, I've been thinking about truth for years. John 8:32 tells us, "The truth will set you free." Many of us want truth, but fear it at the same time. Perhaps it is not the truth that we fear, but rather the reaction of others to the truth. 


I consider myself a "pathologically" honest person. I tend to give more information than is needed, to validate and prove the truthfulness of my comments. This is the result of being repeatedly told by abusers that no one would believe me. From the time that I was four years old, I was repeatedly told by several people that I was a liar, and if I told my parents about the awful things these people were doing to me, that my parents would write me off as a liar. I believed the abusers. Why wouldn't I?


I was raised in an environment that taught truth was the ultimate determination of value and character. I felt that I was a liar because of all the things I hid and kept to myself. I was unable to "tell the truth" because of fear for my life, and my acceptance in my own family.


When I first began to "tell", my therapist quoted John 8:32 to me. I knew it had to be right because it was Biblical, but I couldn't "feel" it. I wanted to be believed so badly! I remember telling my therapist the first time about any of the abuse. I talked with my eyes closed, head lowered, shoulders hunched. There were lengthy pauses. It took everything in my being to force the words out of my body. I could only speak in third person -- "J held the girl down" "the little girl was terrified". After I had recounted the episode to him, I peeked through half closed eyes, and asked, "Do you believe me?" He said he did. The relief was palpable. I had told and the world had not ended! I asked, "Why do you believe me?" He asked me why he wouldn't believe me. I couldn't answer, but in my heart I knew that if HE knew how terrible I was he wouldn't be asking that question. 


It's taken a lot of time and therapy to get to this point of telling. Most of the time it feels good. I'm not out for pity or sympathy. I just want to feel like an honest person. I want to be set free.