Silently Suffering

Silently Suffering

Jay Bee

Registrant
When I think of myself as a kid after the sexual abuse started, I remember exhibiting behavior that I would deem a little weirs(certainly my sister did). I would not catergorize it as something my parents would consider indicative of a troubled child.

I came from a two parent family, one sister, and spent half my life in parochial school. My parents would not even let us watch TV, play video games, or watch violent or racy movies. I did not go to sleepovers and rarely did one of my friends visit my house. I never went to away camp and participated in only one church related baseball team , My mother took me to all kind of cultural events but for some reason, I can hardly remember doing much with my father.

Added to that, I was smart and excellled in school. I never experimented with drugs or alcohol, never even smoked a cigarette. I was always called a bit on the sensitive side but was always thought of as a relatively happy child. I was a joy on the playground, always inventing fun and exciting games for all the gang to play(my sister remarked she was envious of the way I did that). I sometimes think ruefully that I wasn't more vocal either in actually speaking up or in some behaviorial warning sign my parents would pick up.

Later on when it became quite evident I was heading down a gay lifestyle path, that became "the problem" for my parents to focus on and totally eclipsed whatever else I might be going through. I did write some dark poetry but my parents linked it to a difficult shameful coming out period in my life.

As I stated before, my family and myself coming to terms with my homosexuality was an odyssey in itself I thought would never end. It would be so easy for my parents if I told them about the abuse to link that to my being gay which is something I think none of us could handle. I don't want to give them an iota of a opening to link my gayness to something awful and negative.

Anyway, back to the topic title, I was wondering if there wer others out there who, while the abuse was going on, reeally did not exhibit much troubling behavior or outward signs of what was going on and came from atypical family situations than where abuse is most likely to occur.

I ask because this a major stumbling block for my sister when I told here not too long ago some of what happened even as she remembers me teliing her number of times when we were both much younger. She is like "How?" especially since I told her it wasn't in the family. She felt between our parents and herself, I was watched like a hawk. However she DID realize that the age I said it started put her away at college but she still was incredulous. She's been asking for more details than my own memory will provide but at least we are talking about it.
 
Hi Jay Bee,

I came from an intact family. Had 2 parents and 2 older brothers and a younger sister. It was a very religious family and I was abused by the next door neighbor. It was during the time I was around 5 to 8 years old. I often wonder how he could have abused me all those times and no one notice. My parents never saw anything they didn't want to see.

As for troubling behavior or other outward signs. I was the "best boy". That is what my mother always said, she still does. "You were the best boy. You never even cried." Which I didn't until recently. The only sign I think I gave was that I quit talking around the time the abuse started and didn't talk until I was in 2nd grade after the neighbor moved away. Sounds like a pretty big sign to me but even with 2 years of speech therapy I wouldn't talk. As I said, My parents never saw anything they didn't want to see. My behavior was always good. I was the quiet one that never was a problem.
Take care,
Dale
 
it was so mixed for me. i can't say i was ever a happy child, or a happy person, but i was very skilled at hiding what i was. i excelled at school and sports. graduated with honors, was on the dean's list several times in college. i lettered all four years in cross country and three years in track. i rode for delmonty as a cat2 cyclist, and was saved when i was 14. on the surface all was good. i never got in trouble. i didnt smoke or do drugs. only drank once when i was 16. my brother and sister even say they always felt like they couldnt measure up to me, and kind of resent me for it. the problem was beneath the side i showed the world, i was acting out sexually all the time. i thought of all the good stuff is just an act to hide the real me. i wasnt happy, and sexually i was a train wreck. yeah, the signs were there, but i think all the glitter made people discount those signs.
 
Jay Bee,

I think you will find that a lot of boys came from solid, protected and stable homes. The problem was that back when I was abused (1960-63), a boy would easily think that he was the only one in the world this was happening to. The idea of telling anyone was just impossible.

Also bear in mind that an abused boy quickly becomes an expert chamelion. When I was a kid the most important thing in my life was ensuring that no one found out what was happening. My parents too were thunderstruck at my disclosure, but since then (last November) they have come to see how a lot of odd things now make sense: me running up to my room and staying inside for long periods, discovery of "safe" spots in the house where I stashed food, disappearance of underpants, withdrawal from friends, sudden knowledge of gross sexual terms and phrases, etc.

All I can say is that awareness is a lot better now, and thank God for that!

Much love,
Larry
 
Just wanted to thank you guys for the feedback and say, I am still getting my feet wet around here. Some of the posts have left me not knowing exactly what to say so I just want to let you all know I'm reading, caring, and praying but can't always articulate it as finely as I see some others here do

Be Well
 
Jay Bee,

You are quite welcome. Go ahead and read or lurk all you want or need to. You can post if you wish regardless of how you feel about your abilities in getting your point across. Just know that when you do post it will be OK to say whatever you need to, especially if it will help in your recovery. The important thing is that you are heard, believed, and even loved here.

Lots of love,

John
 
Jay Bee, My situation is much different from yours, but there was one thing that struck me while I was reading your post that I had not thought about for awhile. When I was at my first recovery weekend, I was amazed at how many of the men there remarked that they were considered to be the "Best" kid in their families. In the responses to your post, that doesn't seem to be just a coincidence. Bobby
 
Jay,

I too was considered a good kid, even by my mother who could get very emotionally and physically abusive at times. Everyone from relatives to school teachers considered me a delight to have around.

I, on the other hand, had all this shit in my life. All the pain and hurt. Self hatred for liking boys as much as I liked girls, etc. I think I figured if I could act good enough everyplace except in my own room or inside my head, it would eventually make all the rest of it untrue. Didn't work!

So yeah, I was the "best boy" also.

Thanks for the thread. Good topic.

Lots of love,

John
 
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