My internal world is clamoring for boundaries with three remaining siblings that did not touch me in a criminal way but were silent by-standers and co-conspirators. Once too anxiety ridden and fearful of rejection to express my truth and outlining boundaries, it is time. Especially after Don added me to an email list of an attacker’s relatives. Don was once a father-like figure but that was long ago. Grateful for his help then, he is not same person now.
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I am not an invisible, compliant, worthless doormat. What happened was real. It is not in the past; it is my every day. I must manage the damage done daily because I was permanently hurt in many ways. Sudden noises or movements cause a heightened scare. No trust for others, just fear. No happy sex life, just thoughts of rape.
The extensive damage is not only from the attackers but the rest who knew and did nothing to help or stop it. You and Seth knew. I told Seth, “Danny fucked me.”
A little girl with that coming out of my mouth which must mean Dan said it to me while he did it, but it had to have been so violent that even now my psyche will not allow it up. Aunt Ruth knew. These days, as a school nurse, she would be required to report it, but not then.
I still am expected to be compliant and silent. No. Co-conspirators cause as much damage.
The insensitively of giving my name and addresses like you did shows that the love you profess for me is conditional, based solely on whether I interfere with your plans or not, that of collecting a clan or ‘family.’
That was no family for me. It was a place of terror and trauma, ongoing, relentless, and severe. I was expected to be quiet about all of it making the damage permanent because unprocessed trauma stays in the body breaking many systems beyond repair.
Then you become buddies with Tom, his attack horrific, but more horrific was the way he treated me the rest of my life, causing so much more damage to my self-esteem than any attack by all 4; his sly put-downs, sneers, and nastiness spoken around everyone about me, done so slyly it was hardly noticed by anyone but me.
No one defended me or said anything to correct him. I was put in a bad light in everyone’s eyes without anyone really being aware that his treatment of me tainted their view of me-useless, less than.
What did you do to help or stop it after you ran in the bathroom when I was 8 or 9? I was screaming in the bathtub because it “‘hurt down there.” (my exact words) You left looking disgusted. That was right after Dan raped me when no came to comfort me, give me medical attention, nor stopped 3 more from attacking me.
Would you expect your daughter to cozy up to Chet’s relatives if he had committed years of attacks on her? The same with your closeness with Tom?
No. I am supposed to be quiet and compliant, and be muscled by your acceptance with compliance, or rejection if not. That is not love.
I want to love you, and I do, but I do not trust you.