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My Father plunged into madness when I was molested as a child. One facet of that plunge was the fact that everyone else in my family acted (and still do) as though the sexual abuse was "no big deal". They failed to understand the gravity of what had been done to me; and he spent his life since that day trying to make them understand the damage done to me, to the family, and to himself. To this day, not one of them will acknowledge the atrocity; not one of them understands--no, not one. It is not that they are unable to see it and understand; it is that they refuse.

My Father was the only one who stood up for me, calling the abuse what it is: an atrocity. He, unlike them, told the truth and they hated, and still hate, him for it. Thus, I defend him, to all who will listen. I dismantle their slander; untie all the knots they have twisted together and turned into a distortion of the truth. My Father was a good man--not an unjust divider of families as he has been accused. I love him; and if it had not been for him separating me from my sibling-molester, who knows how many more years of her advances, touching and abuse I would have had to endure. She is the monster not my Father. He was my savior; they his slanderers. And their combined abuse of his daughter, their denial of the truth, and all their hatred that tore my family apart, all played a part in driving my Father mad with grief.

And now he is dead--and Baby is still crying.

 

 

 

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Cindyd
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My ex husband raped my sixteen year old daughter. I lost my mind after she started getting better. I was a put together stress handling machine till then. I started hearing voices it got so bad. I'm better thanks to my husband that passed away. He knew he was going and we talked about it. He made me promise I wouldn't go crazy because he wasn't there. He was so kind he spent the last hours if his life comforting me. Needless to say I'm scared cause it hurts but ill hang on to my promise to him. I'm amazed how people post feelings and situations so much like mine. It helps me to know I'm not special and shouldn't be embarrassed to share. Thank u for your story..

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I'm sorry to hear that you went through that. My father, and his siblings were sold to a with doctor (dad was born in 1952), and that's what they called the man who sexually abused 8 of 10 children. The baby, Tampa lived with her mom in Florida and the other one was my Aunt Beth whom I call my momma. She fought her way out of the house, and refused to go back inside. The other kids, my dad being one of them, were abused for I have no idea how long. 

When I was 7, a stranger took the screen out of the window to the living room of the house my parents, my sister and I lived in, and the guy started fondling me. I'm not going into details because I don't want to stir up the vivid memories, but I have been in your shoes. My dad was so upset he moved us out of North Carolina to Texas for the first time.

Anyway, before I lose focus, I am so very glad to hear that your father was capable of calling your experience what it was. The people in your family who deny what happened to you, they'll eventually answer to their maker. If their creator is anything like mine, he will see their denial to be as bad as if you deny your creator. 

"Deny me to your friends and I shall deny you to my father".

- Jesus

 

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9 hours ago, Cindyd said:

My ex husband raped my sixteen year old daughter. I lost my mind after she started getting better. I was a put together stress handling machine till then. I started hearing voices it got so bad. I'm better thanks to my husband that passed away. He knew he was going and we talked about it. He made me promise I wouldn't go crazy because he wasn't there. He was so kind he spent the last hours if his life comforting me. Needless to say I'm scared cause it hurts but ill hang on to my promise to him. I'm amazed how people post feelings and situations so much like mine. It helps me to know I'm not special and shouldn't be embarrassed to share. Thank u for your story.

Please, don't ever be embarrassed or ashamed to share. We've all got to have a platform to sound off on, and the professor of a 250 student classroom isn't gonna hear ya if your voice is as quiet as a mouse. My people have always told me, "A closed mouth doesn't get fed'. Meaning, if I pull up at the drive thru at McDonald's and you don't tell me what you want, I'm thinking you're not hungry, and I will eat without ya. So, be sure to speak up and be heard.

 

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