I just told my brother and sister about incest with our mother and me and my grandpa. They reacted with a lot of love. they did everything right. The problem is, it makes me feel disgusting to be loved and to be close to people. I associate love with a lot of shame, dirtiness, and danger. I don't know how to even begin to get over this hurdle. just the word love makes me want to puke. Has anyone else dealt with this issue?
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