Posted by Abused as a child on September 28, 2011 at 05:07:34
A few years ago, I published my story about how I had been sexually abused as a child. Last week, I met my abuser, who is now a frail old man and he cried and begged for my forgiveness, saying that this had been on his mind for a very long time. He was clearly sorry for what he had done, so I forgave him.
I also met his daughter and grandson. I have no idea if he ever abused them, but they all live together as a family, and on the surface look quite happy. But then you never know, because people who are abused can appear normal and happy on the outside.
None of them had so far been aware I had published my story, but now it's only a matter of time before they find out.
It is not me who should be ashamed or trying to hide. It has been liberating to shed the power of dark secrets over my soul, by exposing them and speaking openly about my abuse.
Yet, I found myself wanting to protect them, especially the daughter and grandson, from what I had written. I could imagine a scenario where his daughter confronted him and he killed himself.
I don't know what I should do.
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