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Hi @Foxglove - welcome. Stay with us; it really helps to be on this forum. I am in a similar position to you, except it is my father who abused me. My mother has always known and never did anything. They both heard me being raped when I was 20 on a family holiday and did nothing to help me on the day or afterwards. My mother always, always takes my father's side and he hers. It is an unbreakable contract somehow between them. My mother would most definitely rather I died than admit the truth. More important to her is her safety, her status in the world and her fantasy of the perfect family life, none of which must be disrupted at any cost.
I am in the process of speaking my truth too, and yesterday I, too, realised that the one sister of my three who has so far supported me, and brilliantly so, just does not want me to speak out and is distancing herself. I get totally how hurtful this is. I can only presume that my silence has allowed them all to live lovely lives in denial and none of them have the strength, unlike us, the victims, to face the truth. So, yes, we are the strong ones. We are the survivors.
In the build-up to this, I have realised that I have to extricate my sense of self and identity from that of the family. My therapist points out that I have drawn a sense of belonging and safety from a nest of abusers. Now I have to build it around positive, life-affirming things. I have lost many friends since the onset of my PTSD, but the ones that remain love me for who I am. We have to build a life with friends as family, and partners when we are ready. It is a very tough pathway, when others around us will never have to do this and do not understand the pain. But here on this forum you can make a start, like me, because we are surrounded by amazing, strong, wonderful people who do understand.
Don't let your weak, abusive family steal your future from you. Make it as brilliant as you are. And you are.
I am in the process of speaking my truth too, and yesterday I, too, realised that the one sister of my three who has so far supported me, and brilliantly so, just does not want me to speak out and is distancing herself. I get totally how hurtful this is. I can only presume that my silence has allowed them all to live lovely lives in denial and none of them have the strength, unlike us, the victims, to face the truth. So, yes, we are the strong ones. We are the survivors.
In the build-up to this, I have realised that I have to extricate my sense of self and identity from that of the family. My therapist points out that I have drawn a sense of belonging and safety from a nest of abusers. Now I have to build it around positive, life-affirming things. I have lost many friends since the onset of my PTSD, but the ones that remain love me for who I am. We have to build a life with friends as family, and partners when we are ready. It is a very tough pathway, when others around us will never have to do this and do not understand the pain. But here on this forum you can make a start, like me, because we are surrounded by amazing, strong, wonderful people who do understand.
Don't let your weak, abusive family steal your future from you. Make it as brilliant as you are. And you are.