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When I was in third grade, my innocence was shattered....and even now, almost twenty years later, I'm still trying to figure out how to cope with all of it.
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I finally spoke up and even though I've only told a few close friends, I feel a thousand times better.
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But recently, just when I thought that I'd worked it all out of my system, my past was thrown back into my face by someone who had no right to open their mouth, burning me like acid.
And I'm back to square one.
This time around though, I'm not doing it alone.
I've swallowed the fear and shame and managed to eke out the words, one of those people being my husband. In some ways, this is harder for him than it is me. I've had a lot of practice with the whole "faking" routine.
I've built up a support system.
I have not confronted him, nor have I told my parents.
Honestly, I have no plans to because, in my mind, it will do nothing but cause more stress in my life, which I obviously do not need.
I do not speak to him, I do not see him.
I've got a crew of people who are there to help ensure that it stays this way until the thought of him does not put me into a panic.
I'm healing but I'm doing it on my terms.
Because I'm not nine years old anymore and, these days, I have a choice in the matter.
I am not at a point in my life where I can say that I am a survivor but I hope one day I can.
This post is my Step Two.
My name is Sheila. My brother molested me, ZOLPIDEM FOR SALE. I'm not fully healed but I'm getting there.
UPDATE : In the months since I have written this I have made huge leaps and bounds of progress. I still have things to work through but I’m doing really good. I can officially call myself a survivor and mean it. I still haven’t confronted my brother and still haven’t talked to my parents. ZOLPIDEM FOR SALE, And no, I still don’t plan to do so. I am, however, working on re-building a relationship with him....but I’m doing it on my terms, whether he knows it or not. I don’t expect to ever fully “get over” the molestation but each and every day it gets easier to cope. I’m so very thankful for Violence Unsilenced and for all of my wonderful friends who have been there for me. Having so many people to hold my hand while I faced my demons made it so much easier.
Sheila blogs here, but she asks that all comments on this post be kept on Violence UnSilenced, rather than her own blog.
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Hugs. I can never know how you feel. But you are a SURVIVOR! You are here to tell your truth. Please don't think you can't call yourself a survivor because you having met some external step.
Hi Sheila, your story has unleashed some pushed down feelings of my own, I too was molested/raped by my brother who is 11 years older than me. I am one of 6 and he molested/raped all but one of us, tho only 2 of us have admitted it, I witnessed the others. My sister who is just 1 year younger than him told my mom and my mom told her that "it takes two to tango", that was the day she left for college and left me to suffer the abuse. She tried to help, but to no avail. I faced this head on years ago, but it is still a thorn in my side. I see my brother a couple of times a year and it is not as hard as it used to be. I have forgiven him and I actually have pity for him. I encourage you to continue working on yourself, my only true release came from my relationship with Jesus who carried the burdon for me now. Love from your Sister in Christ and Survivorship
Same here, my brother, he's 8 years older. I never told anyone except for 1 boyfriend who I thought was just as messed up as I was. My parent's don't know. My sister doesn't know. My husband doesn't know. My brother is in prison now for raping another girl. So the world is safe from him. I hope he never gets out. If he does get out, I won't be at family functions any more if he's there. My parents will be upset. That's just how it will have to be. I'm upset too so we're even. Upset my mother knew her son was a rapist and knew his little sister was left alone with him many times but she never came to me and asked me if he did anything to me.
Anyway, I understand about not telling your parents. I feel the same way. You're not alone!
I am so amazed by your strength and courage. I am honored that I can call you my friend. Thank you... for, well, all of it.
You are in control, and your terms are your terms; only you know what you need in order to heal.
Thank you for sharing this. Hugs and love.
Now YOU control the situation and how it plays out - from victim to in charge. You're already taking the steps to heal, and you're so, so brave for speaking out about it. I love you Sheila! You are so much stronger than you realize.
Words do have power. Words are everything. It is through words that we rediscover our voice. It is through words that we regain control over our lives. It is through words that we break the silence of shame, end the control of the abuser over the abused, and take control of our recovery. Words have enormous power. And for many people the expression of those words on these pages is a first critical step in the journey from victim to survivor to one who is thriving. It is at once tragic and fantastic to read stories such as yours on these pages. It is tragic that anyone experiences the stories that we find on VU and fantastic to see so many people taking the steps needed in the recovery process. Finding our voices is one of those steps. Congratulations on finding yours. Thank you for sharing your story here.
Sheila, you are truly an amazing individual and you make me proud to call you my friend. I 'm glad you are on the path towards healing and I hope you know that I will ALWAYS be here for you if you need me.
You have made so much progress toward healing - you should be extremely proud of yourself. Remember, being a survivor is not an end unto itself - it goes hand in hand with the healing process. There's a lot of work involved in dealing with what you went through and you ARE doing it!
While you see telling your story as your Step 2, another victim is reading it and it's leading to her/his Step 1. We use our stories to heal ourselves and in turn they inspire others. Thank you for bravely sharing your story - it will help others too.
thanks for sharing your story, as you can see from the other comments, its already helping others. I wish you a very peaceful and happy life.
I am so sorry for the situation you and your family are in. Keep on living your best life for YOURSELF as it sounds like you are doing.
Thank you for taking the time to share your story. I am very happy that you are making progress. I wish you continued success in your journey.
Once again, thank you for sharing your story and journey with us.
There's a misconception that most abused children become basket cases. Most of us, like you, make it one day at a time. Keep walking the path to healing, my brave friend.
Your story makes me feel hopeful, I see how much healing you are doing and how hard you are working to get their own your own terms. I hope others who have experienced what you went through are helped in their own healing process by what you have written here.
Thank you so much. You are strong and brave and amazing.
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You ARE a survivor and you were VICTIM (not a "victim") and I wish you best on your continued path toward the life you want yours to be.
Bless you and thank you for sharing your story.
Thanks, Sheila. We share a story with many similarities. I DID confront my brother. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't get anything I needed from that confrontation. So far. Maybe it's still forthcoming. There's a good chance, too, that I refuse to open any doors to allow the healing in. If I could find the doors, maybe I would.
Wishing you and yours, the best, ALWAYS!
this.is.my.story.....exactly. timing, everything. right up until the sister giving up the info. my older sister threatened my brother and it stopped. she never told mom and dad, but just last summer, at 41 years old, i had to tell my mom (dad passed away a couple of years ago) because my brother's 15 year old son started exhibiting some disturbing behavior around some of my great nieces and nephews....so my two sisters and i sat my mom down and told her everything....they had also been abused by other men in our families (when those men were teenagers and the girls were younger). my brother, a now reformed alcoholic, when confronted by my mother, claimed to not remember anything by saying "huh. don't remember that. i must have drowned out all of those memories with alcohol"....it has destroyed relationships in my family because he and his wife deny their son is a creep and my sister-in-law actually had the balls to say it was my fault because "she could have said no - it takes two you know" (i was in third or fourth grade and he is 6 years older than me)....yes, she actually said that in an email...even better that it was in an email because i had electronic proof that i showed to my mother and sisters to prove i wasn't making it up.
wow....sheila, the biggest hugs are coming your way. i never knew there was someone out there just like me....thank you thank you thank you....
Good for you. Everyone's survivor path looks a bit different. Too often "getting over it" looks a whole lot like denial. I think getting it out there is better. Looking at it, recognizing it, and refusing to let it have power over you is better. It's not your shame to carry around. Congratulations on unloading that burden.