Yes. Oh so much – I wish.
“Nothing fixes a thing
so intently in the memory
as the
wish to forget it”
Cat Patrick
I am not someone given to sitting around lamenting what might have been, and for a long time if someone had asked me what I wish had happened after I told about my abuse I probably would have said that it didn’t matter.
I told. My mother believed me, my father did not. I never had to see my grandfather again, but I lost half my family.
Mary told. No one said they didn’t believe her, but they also didn’t help her. Nothing changed. She endured years more abuse.
I railed against my abuse for years, fighting the FACT of it, but for whatever reason I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking or talking about what should have happened afterward. Those things simply were what they were.
I think that started to…
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