I brought up, recently, to my daughter that her brother (my son) had told me about abuse that they has gone through, as children. But they are in their early to mid twenties, now.
I don't think it would have gone down well, had that been the case in their mid teens, but it was the right time for them to have me know and talk to them about it.
Mind you, I'm a very transparent person, so I'm not sure I would have been able to not tell my daughter.
I spoke to her that same day that my son told me, because, well, it's really upsetting, and I'm sure she would have sensed that I was upset about something, anyway.
I just mentioned that he'd told me and how grateful I was that he trusted me enough to open up to me and share something that vulnerable and how, talking about it with [at least] someone you trust, is part of recovering from the experience.
I didn't ask her questions, I just let her know that I knew and that I am so sorry that happened and that I wasn't there for them when it did. I was crying, I think. I told her on the phone, and since, she's told me more about how it's affected her, but she hadn't realised and that she has been hiding from it, avoiding it and denying that it happened.
I have talked to my kids, only now, as adults, about how that kind of childhood trauma deeply affects people, often lifelong, and how I have, only this year, at 46, gone and done an 18 week group therapy course, for dealing with childhood sexual abuse, myself.
So, I've been somewhat transparent about having gone through it, how it's affected me, how therapy's been helpful, without details of course, they don't need to know that, but, the trauma that I went through, has shaped my life so profoundly, I figured I owed them an explanation and the comforting knowledge that I was dealing with it, through therapy.
Little did I know at the time, what they had gone through as children, because, unironically, I was very unwell at the time it happened. I was actually psychotically unwell at the time and wouldn't have handled it at all well (don't worry, I was very quietly psychotic, they didn't even know, at the time).
That feeling, of missing something so damaging, of my young children, isn't great, but at least they are talking to me and drawing on me now.