Ever since I finally told my mom about what my dad did to me for 20 years, a whole load of other memories of being molested began coming back to me, akin to how it happened after my dad died. I may or may not decide to write about them here, there’s a bunch lingering in my head for some reason. Interesting how what triggers all these traumatic memories for me has been related to both of my parents. I can only wonder why? I do have a therapy appointment today, so maybe my therapist can give me some insight. But there’s so much to cover now, I’m not sure we’ll have time to go through it all.