radicalgratitude
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After all these years, I still sometimes find myself doubting that my dad molested me. In my mind at the moment, my dad matches his charismatic public image. The creative teacher, the devout Christian, the outgoing "punny" guy who is always quoting joke books and coming up with his own bad ones that are so awful you laugh anyway.
The sexual abuse was done in secret, so that's easy to doubt, but I even doubt the emotional abuse that plagued our family before the divorce. There were plenty of witnesses to this and my aunts and uncles even did a successful "intervention" on my mom, complete with an ultimatum that if she didn't take herself and us kids away from him, her family would cut her off. I even doubt after hearing about my mom's nurses at the hospital (when she was giving birth to my brother) trying to get her to go to a shelter.
My dad only neglected us kids because he didn't realize we didn't understand how to find and prepare food. We should have done this.
I even doubt despite the flashbacks, dissociation, and everything: I have PTSD, but no Criterion A.
The sexual abuse was done in secret, so that's easy to doubt, but I even doubt the emotional abuse that plagued our family before the divorce. There were plenty of witnesses to this and my aunts and uncles even did a successful "intervention" on my mom, complete with an ultimatum that if she didn't take herself and us kids away from him, her family would cut her off. I even doubt after hearing about my mom's nurses at the hospital (when she was giving birth to my brother) trying to get her to go to a shelter.
My dad only neglected us kids because he didn't realize we didn't understand how to find and prepare food. We should have done this.
I even doubt despite the flashbacks, dissociation, and everything: I have PTSD, but no Criterion A.