I have recently reconnected with my parents after many years of therapy, maturity, and a recent surgery with my father. I guess I just got to a place where my ability to protect myself (in my bubble of safety!) and being tired of feeling like a victim caught up with me. It must be true that as you get older, things just don't matter or cause reactions like they used to.
Anyway, I took a chance and helped them get through my fathers open heart surgery. My mom is physically and mentally unable to have taken care of him on her own, so she called, and I went without hesitation. Maybe that was the trick, I didn't think about it, I just went..for 3 months.
I thought that things went well...my father recovered miraculously and I was able to see my mom as a very sick old woman. We actually worked on some issues I had with her on my childhood trauma and the fact that she let her half-brother molest myself and my little brother for the 3 years he was living with us. He was only 4 years older than I was, so I really in the beginning felt like he was my older brother. Anyway, I explained what happened to us to her (again, and again) because she seemed to be more receptive to some of the things I was talking about. She had ALWAYS denied that anything sinister had ever happened and I pretty much felt unvalidated and not believed my whole life by her.
She reached a point where she finally saw what had happened and was very sorrowful and angry at my perpetrator. I thought she had worked through her denial and I was relieved in such a way that I felt soooo free!! We talked later about more of the trauma and what it did to my little brother. Wow, how healed I finally felt.
I called her today because family from Texas I haven't seen in 20 years will be driving to their house to spend a week at the holidays. I was so excited to finally, after all these years of isolation, I would be spending time with MY family! That's when she just sorta dropped the bomb. I handled it well on the phone, but boy do I feel fuc**d hard. I'm trying to calm down and figure out how I'm going to handle this situation.
My perpetrator will be joining us for the holidays. I have to look at that miserable piece of human flesh and have a meal with him and his family. I am determined NOT to let him have power over me but I am REACTING really huge and some of my symptoms are surfacing. I have 10 days to work through this sh** and have a plan of tolerance and safety. I have already told him I have forgiven him, but hell, I thought I wouldn't be trying to eat a meal with his pus across the table!!! My mom even said that she was sending gas money so they could attend. She said "he doesn't have any family left but me so I said I would pay for them to come". In other words, they wouldn't be coming if not for my mom's loan.
Isn't this right after all that healing of denial and her stating to me that she believed me? What the F***!!!!!! I feel so betrayed and tricked...once again my mom has overlooked what he did to us and how our whole lives were terribly altered because of his molestation. (he was 14 at the time and knew perfectly well what he was doing) I just want to cry for my little brother and the life he has lead.
How am I going to keep myself centered and safe and visit with his sons, that he probably molested, without wanting to hurt him physically or mentally. I said I forgave, but I can't forget. I don't condone what he did or all the years he found ways to deny his abuse to my parents and himself. I'm totally freaking out right now emotionally. Logically I know that I will be able to handle this when it comes, and I want to take that huge healing step and not allow it to bother me. I want growth, not more trauma. I have to be there so I can see my family from Texas. To hell with him, but..... HELP HELP
Anyway, I took a chance and helped them get through my fathers open heart surgery. My mom is physically and mentally unable to have taken care of him on her own, so she called, and I went without hesitation. Maybe that was the trick, I didn't think about it, I just went..for 3 months.
I thought that things went well...my father recovered miraculously and I was able to see my mom as a very sick old woman. We actually worked on some issues I had with her on my childhood trauma and the fact that she let her half-brother molest myself and my little brother for the 3 years he was living with us. He was only 4 years older than I was, so I really in the beginning felt like he was my older brother. Anyway, I explained what happened to us to her (again, and again) because she seemed to be more receptive to some of the things I was talking about. She had ALWAYS denied that anything sinister had ever happened and I pretty much felt unvalidated and not believed my whole life by her.
She reached a point where she finally saw what had happened and was very sorrowful and angry at my perpetrator. I thought she had worked through her denial and I was relieved in such a way that I felt soooo free!! We talked later about more of the trauma and what it did to my little brother. Wow, how healed I finally felt.
I called her today because family from Texas I haven't seen in 20 years will be driving to their house to spend a week at the holidays. I was so excited to finally, after all these years of isolation, I would be spending time with MY family! That's when she just sorta dropped the bomb. I handled it well on the phone, but boy do I feel fuc**d hard. I'm trying to calm down and figure out how I'm going to handle this situation.
My perpetrator will be joining us for the holidays. I have to look at that miserable piece of human flesh and have a meal with him and his family. I am determined NOT to let him have power over me but I am REACTING really huge and some of my symptoms are surfacing. I have 10 days to work through this sh** and have a plan of tolerance and safety. I have already told him I have forgiven him, but hell, I thought I wouldn't be trying to eat a meal with his pus across the table!!! My mom even said that she was sending gas money so they could attend. She said "he doesn't have any family left but me so I said I would pay for them to come". In other words, they wouldn't be coming if not for my mom's loan.
Isn't this right after all that healing of denial and her stating to me that she believed me? What the F***!!!!!! I feel so betrayed and tricked...once again my mom has overlooked what he did to us and how our whole lives were terribly altered because of his molestation. (he was 14 at the time and knew perfectly well what he was doing) I just want to cry for my little brother and the life he has lead.
How am I going to keep myself centered and safe and visit with his sons, that he probably molested, without wanting to hurt him physically or mentally. I said I forgave, but I can't forget. I don't condone what he did or all the years he found ways to deny his abuse to my parents and himself. I'm totally freaking out right now emotionally. Logically I know that I will be able to handle this when it comes, and I want to take that huge healing step and not allow it to bother me. I want growth, not more trauma. I have to be there so I can see my family from Texas. To hell with him, but..... HELP HELP