Today my oldest friend in the world came to visit with her mom. We were born across the street from one another and we are 4.5 months apart in age. So I asked the mom if she knew what was happening to me when I was my daughter’s age. She said yes. She said that all of the kids’ rooms had locks on the door and she asked my mom about it. My mother told her that the locks were to keep my father from molesting us, but she knew they weren’t terribly effective. I asked her why she never turned my mom in and she said, “You weren’t neglected. You were always clean and well dressed and you didn’t go hungry. There was nothing to turn in.”
I’m uhm, predictably not doing so hot. So far I have been assuming that the abuse started then because I remember my acting out starting so young. People knew. It wasn’t the secret I thought it was. They just didn’t stop it.
*boggle* I don’t really have words. I’m so sorry that you were failed by so many people.
O.M.G.
And this is exactly why when people ask if they should say anything when they’ve got suspicions, I say yes they should. (Only online thus far, so it’s yet to be a situation where I could be the one to call.)
suckage.
Not the kind of confirmation you wanted for sure….
Wow. Umm, did she seem at all embarrassed when telling you this?
I actually don’t feel ok with addressing her behavior at this point in time. That’s not something I’m up for right now.
Wow. Just wow.
You are the (names and details filed off) story I tell people about how much someone can survive and still be a good and successful human being.
It amazes me what you’ve been through.
Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear this. This has got to be so hard for you to learn.
My god… that’s… I just….
Nope. There’s no words for that kind of statement.
::hugs::
That is horrible, and I am so sorry, and I don’t know if that makes any difference to you (no need to comment), but I wanted to say something to register my reaction. There are people who do NOT think like that, and it sure looks like your friendslist is full of them.
Wow. I’m left without the right words – appalled isn’t nearly strong enough. You have my sympathies, for whatever that’s worth.
Urf. That’s the sound of my punched in the gut feeling of sickness I’m having for you. I’m so sorry. You’re such a brave person. I’m sorry you keep having to make use of that bit of your character.