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Yet…for each of those stories of success…because that is what they are…there are the multitude of untold stories of how the perpetrators became who they are. Once again…I do not…ever…condone or excuse or trivialize what they’ve done. And I realize that some perpetrators may never have had any previous experiences to lead them to the choices they’ve made.
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I have no answers. Only questions. And tears.
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I am so sorry. I cry too, so many tears, that sometimes seem so useless. I wish I had the words to put how I am feeling here, but I don't. Thank you for being brave, for having a voice here, for putting yourself and this piece of your story out here to share with others. Thank you for everything you did for us, and yourself. Thank you for being the mother you are. I love you.
thank you for sharing your story. life is complex. hate can't come without love, we look for compassion and forgiveness for ourselves and others. thank you
Thank you for having the courage to share your story and for breaking the cycle. You are amazing. :-)
I stopped the cycle, too. I wasn't aware that he had moved on to my younger sister who was only 3 (She is now VERY MESSED UP!) until he was gone and she was 15. By that time, she was only willing to testify in family court to keep our youngest sister from having unsupervised visitation with him. They had me testify, too. I wanted to go on to criminal court. (WHY in HELL do you have to go through 2 processes??? If there is evidence, book him and throw away the key!) SHE refused and the statute of limitations applied to my case. He is in CA now and I hate to THINK who else has been victimized at his hands... not EVEN a heads up by being on the Sex offender list! UGH!
There is RIGHT and WRONG. A child is powerless in these circumstances and they truly are VICTIMS. But they KNOW what it was like to be THAT victim and they KNOW it is WRONG to become that perpetrator. The whole thing is TOO TRUE and even MORE WRONG!!
It is important to separate yourselves from those who aren't healing; but I know it does hurt. I see it in my husband's eyes, and at least he still has his siblings and cousins. And I know myself the hurt of not being able to fix people with love. You are doing the right thing. God be with you.
Thank you so much for sharing your story. I have cried on occasion for the child my abuser was... the little boy whose first experience with sex was watching his father rape his mother. I have cried many times for that little boy. I have even stopped to wonder what it is that caused such rage in his father... I would assume he was the product of abuse as well. I am not, however, able to find empathy for the men they became. You are much stronger than I at this point, and I wish you well as you continue on your journey of healing.
This brought me to me knees. "The cycle reaches back and back and back…and forward and forward and forward," indeed.
Thank you for sharing your story here. Thank you for not staying silent, despite your tears.
May you continue your constant, hard work, in the knowledge that there are people in the world (complete strangers like me) who support you and pray for you. I wish you only peace.
I am so sorry. I cried through your entire post. My story is not as extensive as your story, but I feel some of the same feelings.
I'm so sorry for all of us, who endured the next cycle of abuse.
I cry with you, for the childhoods that were taken
I cry with you, with joy, that you and your daughters have made a life beyond what you suffered
You are amazing in so many ways. Strong enough to move forward, to break that cycle. Bravo to you and your children for being that strong.
I want to thank all of you for your wonderfully supportive comments. I would love to respond personally to each and every one of them but will just take this chance to say "You all have warmed my heart. Some of you brought tears streaming down my face. I have truly felt your love and support." Thanks!
This is one of the most moving posts I've read. Thank you for sharing. I am reminded of my sister in law, who was fortunate enough to end up with a wonderful foster family after escaping the twisted abuse from her family. I think of my ex husband who continues the cycle that he lived through as a child.
It is a viscous cycle yet, like you, I believe that there comes a time when each of us are responsible for our decisions.........to continue the abuse or end it.
I am proud of you and your daughters. (((hugs)))
Mary, I am fortunate enough to have spent beautiful and precious days with you. Reading your words this day, of course brings tears to my eyes and memories of our time together to my mind, but more importantly, they bring the realization of the wonderful gift that you gave me......Your Trust!
Thank you Mary. you are indeed an awesome, strong and gentle soul.
You are a blessing in my life and that of my children and all the children you have ever taught.
Thank you for breaking the cycle and being who you are. We love you.
I have tears of appreciation and beauty streaming down my face in recognition of how you've triumphed and blossomed and am grateful for your story. . . Thanks for sharing, Mary <3
Mary, you are basically the strongest woman i know.
I'm so very sorry you, your daughters, and family had to go through that.
I admire you. You have impacted my life in so many ways and I thank you for that.
Thank you for sharing your story. You are an amazing woman and mother.
I wish I had the empathy toward my abusive mother, who was herself abused at the hands of her father. I wish I could cry for her, but it is just not in me to do that. I had to instead let her go, make her own way.
You wrote a powerful piece here, thank you for sharing your story.
You are more than awesome. You have incredible power. I cry for you too, but it is in wonder of the amazing person you continue to fight to be.
Thank you for sharing your story....You are awesome. You are strong. And thank goodness your girls have a mother like you.
Not that there is a perfect story to describe the cyclical spiral of abuse from generation to generation, but this story perfectly describes the cyclical spiral of abuse.
And you? You. Broke. It. And that is a power. It is a mighty, mighty power and the future generations that all come from you will be safe.
"We’re each pretty awesome in our own ways."
Amen, sister, amen. You are SO awesome for choosing differents paths for yourself and your children. I wish you all the peace, love and healing this world has to offer!
I am really awed by your ability to empathize with your and your daughters' abusers. I am not able to muster the same strength within myself. Thank you for showing us that it is possible.
In a story so dark and with a history of abuse woven so thick, one would find it hard to find hope and believe in a chance for change..... and then there you are, there your daughters are. Shining lights in such immense darkness, you are amazing and inspiring & I believe by sharing your story and raising your questions and concerns you will be helping many. Thank you for the path you have chosen and for sharing your story xo
Thank you - for your thoughts, for your strength and for your commitment to focusing on healing and the safety of your daughters.
As a foster parent I see too often the tattered remains of those once-innocent children, and I pray that the love and safety I can provide for such a brief time will be enough to give hope to some - any- of those lost and abused souls. I pray that they, too, can find the strength to love themselves enough to stop the cycle.
I admire you, and I bless you for those tears.....they are the compassion that will help at least some find the right path.
I hear what you are saying. I have struggled with those same questions. What turns a child into such a monster?
You have done well to find a way out, for you and your daughters. And you are right -- it is so much work, constant work.
We are the ones who will clean up the family line. Maybe not completely, but a little at a time. Because that's what we can do. And if each generation cleans it up a little, eventually the water after us will run pure.
Thank you for sharing your story.
This is exactly why I was able to forgive my molester--because I had to wonder what had made her the way she was. Your strength lies in your compassion, and you're exactly right--there is a huge difference between condoning the behavior and mourning the tragedy of a child warped into such a monster. You, and your daughters, are amazing and beautiful and strong.