If I were the tree that was hit by the axe, the axe that traumatized me was sexual abuse. It was not my fault it happened, but I am responsible for having filed the experience away wrong- in manner that did not support healing, but supported the growth of disease. The take-away message that I received from being sexually abused, was that I was worthless.
Bring to mind a slutty girl you've known. Recall the feelings you had towards her. I mean it- close your eyes and do it right now. Disgust? Hatred? Judgment? Now overlay those feelings on the understanding that the source of her lack of discretion with her body is a sense of worthlessness, because when you believe you're worth nothing, you'll accept anything. Does knowing someone finds themselves worthless warrant the severity of your distaste? Or are you able to access compassion? Our societal treatment of sluts is alienating and cruel, as it serves to re-inforce their sense of worthlessness.
I told no one of the abuse and suppressed all my emotions. What I didn't yet know was that suppressing emotions doesn't make them go away. These undesirable emotions are energies that must find an outlet if you refuse to express them. Pushing them down inside me was inflicting them inwards, which ultimately lead to disease.