"Hollywood films have tried to capture the terror of what Val Plumwood experienced, but they never have and never will. Surely, if we could harness the courage she showed, clawing up that muddy bank, tending her own wounds, forging on and refusing to give up, we might change the world. No less miraculous than her survival was her resiliency. Many such victims have survived only as gutted wrecks, never willing or able to integrate the shock and resume anything but shadow lives. The glory here is that Plumwood pushed through the horror and outrage of the attack and rejoined the living, and did so without wanting to convert every Australian crocodile into a pair of loafers. Believe this: many bitter survivors of animal attacks dedicate the rest of their lives to evening the score with the shark or the crocodile or the big cat."
Sela posted this I think and suggested that The experience of a relationship with an N was like surviving an attack by a crocodile. I totally agree. The trauma goes so deep and it feels like a life and death struggle.
I am reminded that the few survivors on this site are very much in the minority.
For all the lonely and desperate survivors who have no one to listen to them, I say a prayer. Also, I don't want to spend the rest of my life trying to even the score with N or even thinking about him.
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