Egnimatic Children
reality2k4
Registrant
What is it like to know your child is abused but he is protecting you from knowing!
He is protecting you against being jailed or even hung from protecting your boy!
If I told my dad what really happened, it would have been totally wrong to do, even though he badgered me all the time, I knew that he was furious inside.
Being a mystery boy in my family and friends brought some great friendships, but loads of heartache attached to it.
My dad started drinking, I blamed myself, he must have had such a hard time working that he just turned to drink.
I was 11yo and my dad would come home later and later.
It was so much eating on his mind that my abuser never got caught.
This is the misery a little boy goes through, when he tries to protect his father.
I was reversing roles, from being the one who needs protection, but minimalising fact to pacify my father.
They were times in my life when I thought I just could not walk another step.
I would worry about him coming in drunk, over 'me'.
All the fights were my fault, then I just gave in.
Hey, daddie, so youre home!
Boy thinks how his father doesnt miss him.
Why? He drinks just to have the means to ask his son what really happened!
I was protecting you dad, you know that now, but at the time, I was protecting you and me, from some hurt that I would never understand.
The hurt of my dad getting hung for protecting me, was surely a way of keeping me quiet, and all the rest of the suffering,
ste
He is protecting you against being jailed or even hung from protecting your boy!
If I told my dad what really happened, it would have been totally wrong to do, even though he badgered me all the time, I knew that he was furious inside.
Being a mystery boy in my family and friends brought some great friendships, but loads of heartache attached to it.
My dad started drinking, I blamed myself, he must have had such a hard time working that he just turned to drink.
I was 11yo and my dad would come home later and later.
It was so much eating on his mind that my abuser never got caught.
This is the misery a little boy goes through, when he tries to protect his father.
I was reversing roles, from being the one who needs protection, but minimalising fact to pacify my father.
They were times in my life when I thought I just could not walk another step.
I would worry about him coming in drunk, over 'me'.
All the fights were my fault, then I just gave in.
Hey, daddie, so youre home!
Boy thinks how his father doesnt miss him.
Why? He drinks just to have the means to ask his son what really happened!
I was protecting you dad, you know that now, but at the time, I was protecting you and me, from some hurt that I would never understand.
The hurt of my dad getting hung for protecting me, was surely a way of keeping me quiet, and all the rest of the suffering,
ste
