I can remember being in church and at school and trying to communicate telepathically to Pastors and teachers. I remember thinking they have to see what is going on. They have to know. Why won't they help us? Why won't they protect us? By the time the CSA started I knew that no one was going to do anything and there was no one safe to talk to.
On the one hand it makes me feel validated and understood. T expresses anger at some the things I've shared. I'm too numb to get to anger right now. But on the other hand I feel like every moment of my childhood wasn't bad. Our family had some good times. I was always very supportive of my siblings. My mom tried. Neither of my parents had parents so they were clueless alot of the time. We laughed, and took vacations (always stressful), we were comfortably middle class and had everthing we needed materially. I think I feel guilty for letting T only hear the bad stuff. It does tend to stand out in my mind but there were good things too.
I wonder if my father were to go to therapy would his T just agree with him that it must be horrible to have an overweight daughter? And affirm how difficult his life must have been because his children dissappointed him?
I just never expected to be believed and now that someone does I feel guilty for telling her the family secrets.
Jillann