A 48-year-old incest survivor I met in a chatroom listened to a four-sentence summary of my childhood and flat-out told me I was abused. That's the first time a real (non-therapist) person has said that. She then told me I could private-message her on the chat's affiliated message board whenever I needed to. I asked why she'd do that for somebody she didn't even know, and she said that helping people "like her" was the only way she could deal with it.
I cried for only the second time in over a decade. I fell out of my chair and curled up on the floor and sobbed. Not a single tear came out, but I cried. I must have thanked her a dozen times.