IYANLA: Miss Jaimeka, talk to me about your shame.
JAIMEKA: My shame?
Mm hm.
It's just, I pushed that back.
So, you know, I let that go so long
ago, what happened as a child.
But it's showing up.
It's still showing up.
And where was your mother?
Where was she?
Working.
And did you ever tell her?
I was scared to tell her because, you know,
he threatened me.
That's what they do.
But did you ever tell her?
I did.
And what did she say?
I was getting a whipping.
And she was like, something's wrong with you.
You just don't act the same anymore.
She was like, you're not the same little girl.
And she was like, you gotta tell me what's wrong with you.
And so I was like, OK, so now this
might be a good time for me to tell her because she's asking.
And so I told her.
And what did she say?
She said you must have liked it because you didn't tell me.
How did that feel?
I don't remember what I felt at that age.
I just don't remember.
But your body does.
Let it come up.
Open your mouth.
I just hate that house.
Open your mouth.
Use your words.
I hate that house.
You hate the house?
Which house?
The house I was molested in.
IYANLA: Yeah.
I would be sleeping in my bed.
It would be in the middle of the night.
And he'd just come and just scoop me out of my bed,
and just take me in his room.
And I just hate that house.
Yeah.
So I used to run away.
I used to run away from that house.
Yeah.
My mama loved that house, and I hate it.
And I hate the fact that you had
to go through that by yourself.
And I see so much of me in you.
And I know what I'm looking at.
What's going on, Miss Jameika?
And you just brought up bad memories.
I don't like to think about it.
OK, well, don't think about it.
Let's go whack it out.
Come on.
Let's go.
Excuse me.
Have some water. Have a pee.
We'll be back.
IYALANA (VOICEOVER): The whacking room
is a safe place inside of this house where the women can
express the emotions they have kept bottled
up for most of their lives.
These are the emotions that manifest
as anger, raging, bitterness.
And they need to be whacked out.
Use your voice.
I don't want one.
This is not about-- save yourself.
He can go to hell today.
We'll deal with it yesterday.
Come on. Come on.
It doesn't matter.
Come on. I hate you.
Come on.
Whack it out.
Speak it.
Speak it!
Speak it.
Speak it. Yeah, come on.
Speak it. Speak it.
Speak it.
Damn you!
IYANLA: Say it!
I was a little girl.
Speak it.
You stole my virginity.
Good. Come on.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Speak it.
Come on.
I got you.
Let me hear it.
He said I was lying.
Yes.
He said I was lying.
Yes.
-I wasn't lying. -Say it.
Tell him, I wasn't lying. -I wasn't lying
-You're a liar. -You're the liar.
You're the liar. Come on.
Speak it.
Why did he do it?
Yeah, yeah.
I didn't ask for that.
Yeah.
I was just a little girl.
You were just a little baby.
I got you.