I have spoken with him about what happened...And I did tell him to ask me any question at any time, because I really think that the more I talk about it the better it will get. He asked me a lot of questions and I answered all of them.
I never reported it, and I have no plans to. I feel very guilty about it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Therapy really isn't an option. I can't bring myself to tell my parents, let alone ask them to let me see a therapist. Moreover, I am attending physical therapy at the moment and it's getting to be quite costly.
Talking about it all the time doesn't bother me as much as it did. It's not necessarily the fact that I'm, in essense, "reliving" what happened, I just hate my boyfriend to see me like that and constantly have to deal with me being like that. I don't mind talking about what happened to him, I just want to get past it. I'm in a bit of a conundrum I suppose. I'm sick of this being the only thing on my mind and the only thing we talk about and yet I feel as though I need to talk about this to put it behind me. I feel terrible that my boyfriend has to constantly deal with this. I hate that he had to be dragged into this. I hate burdening him with this.