Told my mother
Some of you may recall that a couple of weeks ago I had mentioned that I was considering telling my mother about the abuse I suffered when I was a kid. I was, however, extremely reluctant because I knew that it would hurt her deeply and I do not want to cause her pain. She has had a difficult life and I sure didn't want to make it any harder.
Well, she cornered me as to why I always left the house a couple hours before I had a scheduled class on Wednesdays, and I told her it was to go see a T. When she asked why, I told her that I had been abused.
Her responce was "I know." And she proceeded to tell me that when I was two years old the guy that she was living with was molesting me (she immediately moved out.) Needless to say, I was completely shocked. My first memory is at about four, so I don't remember that at all.
Then I told her what I was talking about, her friends teenage son molesting me. Apparently it was my time to blindside her, because she was totally shocked by that.
Some stuff started to make some sense for us though.
I really don't remember much from when I was being abused but she said that I used to tell her that her friends other son was picking on me and that I didn't want to go back. I don't remember telling her that, but I guess maybe it was my way of trying to tell her something was wrong without telling her what.
As I look back, I can recall that in Kindergarten I never wanted to play with the little boys at recess. Whenever we would have a boy vs. girl game, I would always play on the girls side. I don't know if it's relevent, because I can't remember why I did that but shit like that kinda gets me thinking now considering what my mother told me.
Ultimately, we just held each other for awhile and cried. When she asked how I was dealing with it I told her about discovering little Eric within myself, and telling him that it wasn't his fault, and I burst into tears again. (Guess I still have some work on fully convincing myself of that...)
We both felt a lot better when all was said and done. We had shared a major secret. She had said that she had mixed feelings about telling me, but how do you tell your kid something like that. I know I feel a lot better that I shared it with my mother, she really is one of the most important people in my life, and it was very releaving to be able to tell her.
So something of a mixed result came from it I suppose. I was able to share this with my mom, and we're both okay, but what she told me really brings up a lot of questions. Is there anything else I can't remember? Did being abused so young affect why I let the abuse go on with my second perp? What the fuck makes someone do something like that to a fucking two year old!
Sorry, I'm just kind of rambling now...
Thanks for listening.
Eric
Well, she cornered me as to why I always left the house a couple hours before I had a scheduled class on Wednesdays, and I told her it was to go see a T. When she asked why, I told her that I had been abused.
Her responce was "I know." And she proceeded to tell me that when I was two years old the guy that she was living with was molesting me (she immediately moved out.) Needless to say, I was completely shocked. My first memory is at about four, so I don't remember that at all.
Then I told her what I was talking about, her friends teenage son molesting me. Apparently it was my time to blindside her, because she was totally shocked by that.
Some stuff started to make some sense for us though.
I really don't remember much from when I was being abused but she said that I used to tell her that her friends other son was picking on me and that I didn't want to go back. I don't remember telling her that, but I guess maybe it was my way of trying to tell her something was wrong without telling her what.
As I look back, I can recall that in Kindergarten I never wanted to play with the little boys at recess. Whenever we would have a boy vs. girl game, I would always play on the girls side. I don't know if it's relevent, because I can't remember why I did that but shit like that kinda gets me thinking now considering what my mother told me.
Ultimately, we just held each other for awhile and cried. When she asked how I was dealing with it I told her about discovering little Eric within myself, and telling him that it wasn't his fault, and I burst into tears again. (Guess I still have some work on fully convincing myself of that...)
We both felt a lot better when all was said and done. We had shared a major secret. She had said that she had mixed feelings about telling me, but how do you tell your kid something like that. I know I feel a lot better that I shared it with my mother, she really is one of the most important people in my life, and it was very releaving to be able to tell her.
So something of a mixed result came from it I suppose. I was able to share this with my mom, and we're both okay, but what she told me really brings up a lot of questions. Is there anything else I can't remember? Did being abused so young affect why I let the abuse go on with my second perp? What the fuck makes someone do something like that to a fucking two year old!
Sorry, I'm just kind of rambling now...
Thanks for listening.
Eric