Unsympathetic Families
A couple of years after starting therapy for childhood sexual abuse, and a year after talking with friends, I finally spoke with my family. The abuse was at a boarding school between the ages of 8 and 12 by a teacher who was also a vicar.
My father, who doesn't do emotions, was unable to differentiate between homosexuality and paedophilia.
My brother said it was all a long time ago and why didn't I just forget about it.
When I first raised the subject with my mum, one of the world's most self-absorbed people, her response was (a) had my brother, her favoured son, also been abused - no - and (b) that she hardly knew the vicar. Actually, part of the grooming process was that they had become friends. During the same conversation she told me what a priviledged upbringing I had had, and how fortunate I was! The conversation was pushed to her favourite subject - her - and she suggested it was not discussed when we next met.
I have been very careful NOT to blame my parents for the decisions they made that led to my being abused. It upsets me that they refuse to deal straightforwardly with the horror of the situation. I find I get more sympathy for strangers. How do others deal with this sort of situation?
My father, who doesn't do emotions, was unable to differentiate between homosexuality and paedophilia.
My brother said it was all a long time ago and why didn't I just forget about it.
When I first raised the subject with my mum, one of the world's most self-absorbed people, her response was (a) had my brother, her favoured son, also been abused - no - and (b) that she hardly knew the vicar. Actually, part of the grooming process was that they had become friends. During the same conversation she told me what a priviledged upbringing I had had, and how fortunate I was! The conversation was pushed to her favourite subject - her - and she suggested it was not discussed when we next met.
I have been very careful NOT to blame my parents for the decisions they made that led to my being abused. It upsets me that they refuse to deal straightforwardly with the horror of the situation. I find I get more sympathy for strangers. How do others deal with this sort of situation?