My crying lasted, off and on, for several months.
We know the type of backlash something like this could get so this was a bad decision by tubmom or the anonymous photographer maybe dad? Essentially, we were growing up all over again.
Being in the presence of others with similar experiences helped me feel that I was not alone in my quest for recovery.
Her support of my father strengthened my belief that I was a very bad person.
I also wrote letters to them in my angriest times.
I know a lot of moms who do this.