by Elizabeth
(Australia)
I am now a mother of two and have a husband who wants to help me be all that I can be.
I was molested by my grandfather when I was nine, I don't know for how long. I only started to remember what happened when I was 16 or so, and I knew it was true but sometimes I feel like I am crazy and must have made it up because how can you not remember and then remember. I felt no one understood me and found it difficult to form good friendships because I would never tell anyone what happened to me.
He would pretend he was reading to me each night, or he would come into the bathroom when I was having a bath. He would lie. The first time I realised that something was not quite right was when I had a friend over, and he was helping us get up onto the top bunk bed. He put his hand on my crotch and I felt embarrassed. I think he even did it to my friend too.
I stopped going over there so much then and didn't ever sleep over. I never told my parents. I was embarrassed and worried that they would not believe me. I hated visiting him. My parents would always say, "Give your grandfather a cuddle." I would hug him and whisper "I hate you" in his ear. When I was 18 he got really sick and died. I watched him die a painful death and felt that he deserved it. I had thought about writing a letter and delivering it to his grave. I dreamt of it often.
The first person that I ever told about the abuse was a boyfriend, and he didn't know what to say. But what do you say at 18 years old? The relationship did not last long, and I blamed myself and thought he didn't love me because of what had happened to me, and that I was dirty or unlovable.
I developed techniques for coping and would ignore anything bad, and just think that things were good even if they were not. I built quite a shell around myself to keep people out. I fell in love and married my current husband. He loved me no matter what happened to me. I used to cry during and after sex because the memories would just come flooding back.
I still struggle with what happened and how I cope with it. I put on a lot of weight over the years and was depressed about it. My son was shaken by a teacher at his school, and I didn't cope very well with that. I blamed myself for teaching him to be a victim like me. That was the way I saw it. I never shared how I was feeling with anyone else. Now that I have a daughter, I find that I am very worried for her. Not that I want to wrap her in cotton wool.
I am now struggling with myself in the sense of, "Am I important? Why did this happen?" I know others have suffered much worse things. My family is suffering because I am not coping. I have started to lose some weight and have been to a session on how to cope with childhood abuse as an adult. I do not want to continue to let it change me into someone that I do not want to be. I would love to be proud of me, and I want my love to be proud of me. My husband can not cope with me or the way that I behave as it is usually quite irrational. I don't know if I can cope either. My children are keeping me going, because I believe that they need their mum. And my husband needs his wife--the one he deserves--one that can support him and be an individual.
Response from Dr. DeFoore
Hello Elizabeth, and thank you so much for sharing your story on this site. Others will benefit from what you've written, and from my response. You are helping others by helping yourself.
Every victim of childhood sexual abuse experiences shame. The words of shame are, "There's something wrong with me. I'm bad. I'm dirty. It's my fault." This is a mistake in the child victim's mind, because as a child you didn't know how to hold your grandfather accountable, and so you automatically (as all children do) blamed yourself at some level.