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Thank you so much for being brave and sharing your story. You have shown amazing strength and character to have gone through this life changing event, to have realized that things should be different. I hope that you and your sisters find healing and peace. I too believe that you were blessed with girls as your experiences have equipped you to be an amazing father who can raise his girls to be safe, secure and to love and respect themselves. Please forgive yourself xo
Brian, thank you for telling such a story that not many people have the guts to share. I am also quite pleased that you are coming to grips with the past and use the experience to be a better father. Thank you.
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Wow. Just wow. This is a powerful story. You've touched my heart in a special, scary way. Thank you for being strong enough to tell your story to me and the world. i hope to have the strength someday. I can tell mine but am yet still unable to feel it while talking. I just go black inside.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving the other side of the story and being brave and true to yourself in breaking the cycle. I was that little sister and my brother was one of the people who abused me. he was around 8 when he started, I was 4. He doesn't have your pureness of soul for he is still an abuser 35 years later. I'm assuming he is since we have no contact but i do know he was when he was 30.
Thank you for letting me see a glimpse of the pain you felt and that you did not go on to be a perpetrator. What happened between you and your sisters was abuse by proxy from the person who instigated the whole chain of events. You aren't responsible for your actions then.You were a child simply doing as he was taught. Obviously in your confusion and acting out you knew something, somewhere was wrong and put out a strong effort to correct the broken lessons you were taught. If only more children/victims could do the same.
I am proud of your sisters for knowing you weren't their true abuser and that they are strong enough to lay the blame where it truely belongs-the twisted one who decided to take your naivette and use it to his advantage. your ability to talk to them and apologize for the pain you all had to endure is a true act of bravery and heroism. The same type of bravery it takes to run into a burning building to save a stranger. actually, what you've done takes more strength than that because you put your body and soul on the line, showed your warts and heart, in an effort to help everyone heal. You are a true hero. Thank you.
You are so brave to speak out.
My heart breaks for you as a little boy, but am proud to catch a glimpse of the man you seem to have become.
I don't know you personally, but if I could grab your hand right now, I would.
This story gave me the chills. Just for a second, when I saw the name, I was scared you were someone else. He was an only child, though, and you sound nothing like him. I remember not accepting one of my first babysitting jobs until I found out that the kid's name was spelled Bryan with a "y". I didn't even bother to wonder why at the time.
Listen to your sisters. If they forgive you, it's high time you forgive yourself. I'm so sorry you have to remember that. I hope to God my little brother doesn't remember an afternoon I did some weird things with him.
You are so brave. Thank you for sharing this.
Brian, it's taken me a few days to decide if I'd read this or not.. but I'm glad I did. Thank you for posting this. Thank you for sharing your story. And THANK YOU for being you.
God bless you.
Oh Brian, this is very honest and heartfelt and you are not a monster....you are breaking the cycle in numerous ways. You talked to your sisters, you are raising your daughter's to protect themselves....and you are sharing your story. You should be proud. Thank you for sharing...
You are not a monster. You are brave and strong and your daughters are lucky to have you--someone who knows what monsters are out there, someone who can hopefully protect them from the same hurt.
Hi Brian. I had similar experiences with my own brother when I was young. He has never apologized. We have never discussed it. It still haunts me and has impacted my life in many negative ways. I have thanked God that my brother and I both have only boys and then, in the same moment, mourned the fact that I would assume any of our boys would harm a sister in any way.
Thank you for writing this. You have helped to understand that my brother was very likely a victim as well. I am hoping this will help me in my quest for my own healing.
Thank you, all of you, for your supportive and compassionate comments. To share here, among friends, is a burden lifted.
Thank you, Maggie, for your gentle yet raging willingness to give us a voice. Know I carry you in my heart, just as you carry us on your trembling shoulders.
It's been many years since all these events occurred. For me, it is my first time putting those moments and the subsequent anguish and guilt into words. Such graphic words.
My sister read this.
I warned her that it would be "out there" and wanted to give her a heads up, just in case. She doesn't remember much, and that's for the best. But we've talked. And reaffirmed our passion for moving on in the light of forgiveness. And if putting this out there brought only that, then I'd be satisfied. I have that, and so much more . . .
You are so incredibly brave. Thank you so much for speaking out, and remember that you were NEVER EVER the abuser, only the victim.
So proud of you, Brian. THANK YOU for being brave enough to share this here.
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Thank you for sharing. I hope that finding courage to do so (which I know cannot have been easy) is a step toward forgiving yourself.
I pray that you find peace and healing for the crime against you and your childhood. I pray for the protection of your daughters. You faced "the beast" head on and you are doing what is right. May you know peace.
When I read your story, I feel nothing except compassion. I don't see a monster or a molester... just an innocent child. Your sisters are lucky to have such a caring brother. It takes a lot of courage to admit you did wrong and ask for forgivness. You are an amazingly strong person. Your past taught you a lesson and your daughters will be better for it.
I am impressed by your honesty and moved by your courage. The thing is, that *potential* is in all of us (survivors). Hurt people hurt people. Give yourself the opportunity to experience the gift of your sisters' forgiveness. Be proud of yourself for breaking the cycle. Be very proud. {{{hugs}}}
This happens a lot.
A lot a lot.
You were a child and you got exposed to something beyond your comprehension but within your fascination.
You were so brave to talk about it with your sisters and ask their forgiveness, but you were not the parent. You needed protection just like they did.
You were a child.
Children act out on urges and impulses and do what feels good, and what is captivating--especially stuff that they think is probably naughty.
That is how kids learn about their world.
I really hope you read the comments and can look at this--at yourself with compassion.
Thank you.
It is so commendable, Brian, that you wanted to share you experience, and I do think there is so very much to learn from it.
Parents need to hear that children who know nothing of their bodies, and the appropriateness of what to do with those bodies are being left vulnerable to preditors. If children are taugh young about their bodies, and who should talk to them about their bodies or who should touch their bodies, and when. Being very clear with children about such things HELPS protect them from sexual abuse.
It is so important to be clear that even folks we know and trust might make a bad choice and want to talk about their bodies, or touch them, and they need to tell another adult about it right away.
There is so much more to say here, but the main thing I wanted to get across is that your experience definately illustrated that if you had had more knowledge you might not have been so willing to participate with the neighbor boy. You would have known that what he was asking you to do was not okay.
Thank you, again for sharing.
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I'm sorry...what an awful burden. I would have a hard time not hating the former sitter you see annually.
Brian,
Your post reminds me of so many things. I thank you for sharing. Your willingness to post and share this with others show that your heart is sincere. Children, including daughters, see your heart. May the education, comfort and love you show your daughters always carry them through life's battles. ((hugs)) to you..........from one survivor to another.
A brave post.
I suspect many men have a similar story, of experimentation which when seen with adult eyes is inappropriate or even repugnant. You're no monster.
A monster wouldn't feel guilt for his actions. A monster wouldn't be trying to make it right once he understands what he did. A monster wouldn't be doing his best to make sure it doesn't happen again to other people.
Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you for sharing. Some children get so little supervision and guidance and honest answers. They just cope and grow up the best they can. Now you know your children need more than that so the next generation improves. Yeah!
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Thank you for sharing. You rock. I'm very against the us vs. them mentality that *these* are the abused and *these* are the abusers. We are people. And the fact that you recognize the pain and inappropriateness of your actions, validated their pain, stood up and took responsibility, and are trying to stop the cycle,.... well, it's the best any superhuman can do.
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Thanks for sharing this brave post. It's impressive that you've done the work to ask for forgiveness, and to forgive yourself.
Brian. Wow. This took such courage to write. I am in awe. I'm so glad you shared this...on two levels. So many times as a counselor have I encountered kids "being sexual" with [aka. "sexually abusing"] kids. Just as the 14 year old modeled behavior for you, I'd bet money that a grown-up modeled that same behavior for him. Kids are not sexual beings, adults are; you are not a perpetrator. Still, knowing that fact does not make it easier to alleviate the feelings of guilt, responsibility, and self-loathing. (And the fact that you've grappled with these feelings all this time shows that you're not a perpetrator.] Which brings me to the second, very personal, very private level on which this resonates for me. I've whispered to myself about breaking my own silence, but have not found the courage I need to do so. I'm still too wrapped up in protecting everyone else around me, wondering if what I experience and, in turn, caused other kids to experience, was anything at all. I know that it was...I know it. I just can't quite make the leap to saying it out loud.
You're a good man, an incredible father (based on my own observations), and I'm proud to call you my friend.
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Brian, Thank you for sharing this tragic tale of your scars, the too-common scars of inappropriate sexual content as an introduction to sex. I know this strikes a chord for many. I pray that we are all able to free ourselves of the ties that bind us to these unhealthy pasts. It's unfortunate that your life is not free from the reminders brought by his presence. I pray for your continued healing.
Thank you so much for your bravery, Brian. *hug*
Brian, my heart goes out to you and your sisters. You are not a monster, like others have said, it was the older boy. He had no right to introduce the behavior. No right.
I'm so sorry. But so thankful that you wrote here.
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Brian, this is so very powerful. Thank you for sharing your difficult story. I'm glad that you were able to end the cycle... and I hope the older boy has too.
I wonder how many of us have been on one end or the other of an experience like this.
I know I have...playing "doctor" with my older sister ,at the neighbour-boy's suggestion, him doing things to us, us accepting it because we didn't know any better, didn't even think to call it abuse. We were, what, 5 years old? He maybe 7?
I don't know...I know it is a personal call for each of us, but me? I don't consider that abuse. Maybe it was in the intent - or lack thereof. I'm reading the same thing here: curiosity, interest, misplaced search for affection, maybe, but not abuse. I don't think you're a monster for anything I've read here.
Thank you for sharing your story, Brian. Peace to you and your sisters.
I can't imagine how hard this must have been to write, never mind to live. Or live with.
Thank you so much for sharing it here.
Although I have never been and will never be given the opportunity to confront my molester, the reason I have been able to forgive and even feel compassion is because instinctively I know that she had to have been a victim too. And I have a feeling she was a victim of far greater horrors than anything I have ever experienced.
And if I could not forgive her, how would I be able to forgive myself for some of the fumbling things I also did in turn, following that example?
Not all victims become abusers. Some do. And some are in a vague place in between--not true abusers, not true monsters, but victims who then bear an extra load of guilt because of the mistakes they made and pain they caused in turn. In the end, it's all damage, and we are all broken, and if we hold all that pain against ourselves and each other, we will never heal.
Forgive yourself. We all do.
Oh Brian! You are so very brave for sharing this. I hope that it reaches many, many people. Children aren't wired to behave that way. Anytime one does, there is something behind it. It isn't your fault.
This really hits me because I am certain the other half of my story is much like yours, but he is stuck in denial. I cannot express my gratitude to you enough. It helps me remember that it wasn't his fault either. Thank you for this.
Thank you so much.
What a sad and wonderful post. You are VERY brave, Brian. It think it is good for you to teach your girls how kick and scream. I will pray for you all :)
What a brave post.
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