So my friends twin was talking to me earlier on how her and her sister(my friend) were molested growing up. Later on this evening/early morning I was thinking about what she said and realized one thing that happened to me that I never forgot and always questioned. My own dad did that to me growing up. At some point (because I hit puberty early) I became uncomfortable and asked him to stop and his answer was no and basically that I was “his property” because I’m his kid. I went to my mom who seemed mentally and emotionally numb and when it kept happening nothing was done. I used to literally run so he wouldn’t do it and he still caught me sometimes and I hated it. Since realizing this and coming to an understanding, I feel sick to my stomach because I didn’t know it was this serious at times. Part of this contributed to me struggling to set boundaries with boys/men because my own dad didn’t respect mine and called it “disrespect.”
I literally have a wedding to be in, in several hours and I have till then to pull it together and I can’t cry or else I’ll get sleepy…….