Why I haven't told anyone
melliferal
Registrant
Time for another long-winded post, fellas.
As far as I know for sure, there are 5 people, in the Universe, who know exactly what happened to me. Sure, I've posted the bulk of my story here a couple of months ago, but you guys don't count. I hide behind a made-up name; you all know "somebody"s story, but you don't know my story (if this makes sense). Although I am glad to have simply been able to say some things. But still, to my knowledge, there are 5 people who ever knew about my abuse. I am one; two of them are my co-"victims", two of them are the offenders. I don't know where any of them are; I don't even know if any of them are still alive. For the longest time, I didn't want to know. Now, I wouldn't mind. It would make certain things easier. There isn't a single member of my family, living or dead who knows, or knew. I haven't been able to tell them. To explain why, I need to air a bit of dirty laundry.
A couple of years before my abuse took place, my sister accused my father of abusing her. It didn't happen; it was a lie. I'm not just saying that because I've taken sides over this issue - when it happened, I was too young to understand or even really care. No, I happen to know for a certain fact that my sister is a pathological liar, who has accused several people over the years of the same thing, and other things. That's as much as I think I need to say about her. But as I said, back then I didn't care. My father was court-martialed and found not guilty. I didn't understand or care about that either at the time, except that I was happy that he wasn't going away.
A couple of years later, I was abused; and a few more years after -that-, I came to terms with the fact, and decided that I really wanted people to know. But I couldn't tell my family. My sociopathic sister had poisoned the "abuse" well - I cannot see myself getting any support after opening up. Well, maybe some from some people, but not enough to make it worth the trouble. I know some would become suspicious. I'm almost even afraid to prosecute, if I suddenly found the opportunity. Could you imagine the trial? That's all I need the defense team to bring up - my sister. Great.
But it's not just my sister. This poisoning of the well, as it were, is widespread. What is it about people that makes them wish they were abused? A couple of other forums I go to, not CSA related, have been interrupted at times by people who come on claiming to be the most wretched folks in history. "I was raped when I was a child. Then I was put in a foster home, and they raped me too, and beat me. Then in high school, my boyfriend beat me. I tried to commit suicide. I've had 8 car wrecks, survived a mafia contract, and underwent 31 different surgeries to remove cancerous tumors in the last two months. I'm going to die in 2 weeks. Why won't you guys cry for me?" It goes on and on - I'm sure you guys get the drift. I don't know why people do this - attention? Fun? People who trust these "wretches" at first, and offer so much support, end up getting seriously hurt when they find out the truth. It makes you not want to trust anyone. I've made many good, GOOD friends on these forums, many of whom I've met in real life, who I've been tempted to tell of my abuse - but I won't. The well's been poisoned.
Then, there are people who may not want to have been abused, but want others to have been, or be abused. Not in a hateful way, either - I remember seeing some video taken in the 1980's, during an investigation into the infamous McMartin Daycare mess. The video was of the sessions between "investigators" and the kids, showing the investigators mentally pounding these little kids into saying something - anything - about sexual abuse. The kids were making up stuff just to get the shrinks to leave them alone. Why? Is it so important to "catch the bad guys" that we need to invent victims? This zeal comes back to bite with a vengeance. What if someone really had been abused at McMartin? No way of knowing, now. What if Michael Jackson has abused a boy - how will that victim ever find justice, now? I understand the frustration at the lack of a solid case to show to the world - but that doesn't justify grasping at straws. It is this grasping at straws - this "poisoning of the well", whether direct or indirect, which keeps people from coming forward.
It's kept me quiet for years.
As far as I know for sure, there are 5 people, in the Universe, who know exactly what happened to me. Sure, I've posted the bulk of my story here a couple of months ago, but you guys don't count. I hide behind a made-up name; you all know "somebody"s story, but you don't know my story (if this makes sense). Although I am glad to have simply been able to say some things. But still, to my knowledge, there are 5 people who ever knew about my abuse. I am one; two of them are my co-"victims", two of them are the offenders. I don't know where any of them are; I don't even know if any of them are still alive. For the longest time, I didn't want to know. Now, I wouldn't mind. It would make certain things easier. There isn't a single member of my family, living or dead who knows, or knew. I haven't been able to tell them. To explain why, I need to air a bit of dirty laundry.
A couple of years before my abuse took place, my sister accused my father of abusing her. It didn't happen; it was a lie. I'm not just saying that because I've taken sides over this issue - when it happened, I was too young to understand or even really care. No, I happen to know for a certain fact that my sister is a pathological liar, who has accused several people over the years of the same thing, and other things. That's as much as I think I need to say about her. But as I said, back then I didn't care. My father was court-martialed and found not guilty. I didn't understand or care about that either at the time, except that I was happy that he wasn't going away.
A couple of years later, I was abused; and a few more years after -that-, I came to terms with the fact, and decided that I really wanted people to know. But I couldn't tell my family. My sociopathic sister had poisoned the "abuse" well - I cannot see myself getting any support after opening up. Well, maybe some from some people, but not enough to make it worth the trouble. I know some would become suspicious. I'm almost even afraid to prosecute, if I suddenly found the opportunity. Could you imagine the trial? That's all I need the defense team to bring up - my sister. Great.
But it's not just my sister. This poisoning of the well, as it were, is widespread. What is it about people that makes them wish they were abused? A couple of other forums I go to, not CSA related, have been interrupted at times by people who come on claiming to be the most wretched folks in history. "I was raped when I was a child. Then I was put in a foster home, and they raped me too, and beat me. Then in high school, my boyfriend beat me. I tried to commit suicide. I've had 8 car wrecks, survived a mafia contract, and underwent 31 different surgeries to remove cancerous tumors in the last two months. I'm going to die in 2 weeks. Why won't you guys cry for me?" It goes on and on - I'm sure you guys get the drift. I don't know why people do this - attention? Fun? People who trust these "wretches" at first, and offer so much support, end up getting seriously hurt when they find out the truth. It makes you not want to trust anyone. I've made many good, GOOD friends on these forums, many of whom I've met in real life, who I've been tempted to tell of my abuse - but I won't. The well's been poisoned.
Then, there are people who may not want to have been abused, but want others to have been, or be abused. Not in a hateful way, either - I remember seeing some video taken in the 1980's, during an investigation into the infamous McMartin Daycare mess. The video was of the sessions between "investigators" and the kids, showing the investigators mentally pounding these little kids into saying something - anything - about sexual abuse. The kids were making up stuff just to get the shrinks to leave them alone. Why? Is it so important to "catch the bad guys" that we need to invent victims? This zeal comes back to bite with a vengeance. What if someone really had been abused at McMartin? No way of knowing, now. What if Michael Jackson has abused a boy - how will that victim ever find justice, now? I understand the frustration at the lack of a solid case to show to the world - but that doesn't justify grasping at straws. It is this grasping at straws - this "poisoning of the well", whether direct or indirect, which keeps people from coming forward.
It's kept me quiet for years.