12/31/2022
As I get ready to welcome 2023, I look back and realize it’s going to be the fourth year since I broke all silence on my and my brothers sexual abuse perpetrated by who we called our stepfather. Fourth year where my mother chose a side and it wasn’t mine, my brothers chose a side and it also wasn’t mine. I thought breaking the silence would be it, it would no longer be a lonely battle but boy was I wrong. Just like that I lost my family, just like that I became the outcast.
I continue to pray for God to open the eyes of those who I love, help them see the truth, help them accept the truth. It’s been 13 years since I escaped my 7 year abuse, but everything still lingers. It means I look at everyone with mistrust and I scan my children from head to toe when they’re out of my sight. It means I sometimes cry after dropping off my boys in the mornings because I now trust no one. It means I overthink every comment my boys make regarding an adult. It means that just at age 26 I learned to sleep with the closet door open. It means I still get flashbacks with certain sounds. It means I was terrified of diaper rashes and I cried every time one of my boys got one as I fought my thoughts.
One day, maybe this will just be a story.
To all my Facebook friends, please take care of our children, not all people are trustworthy. Listen to your kids/grandkids, look at the cues, pay attention. We are all children have and they look at us for protection. Don’t trust your kids to anyone, don’t leave your kids to anyone.
See something, say something.