For all the people who still get pissed. I know I do.
Sometimes, I think back to when I was being molested and how things were handled when it all came out, and I get pissed. Really pissed off.
One of the things about growing up in a dysfunctional home is that when you’re in it, you don’t realized it’s dysfunctional. You might notice things that don’t seem right or ok, but when you are little and dependent on others for survival, whatever the fuck is going on is your “normal.” It wasn’t until I was in my late 30’s and seeing a therapist that I understood this.
I didn’t realize how absolutely fucked up my home was when I was growing up, until I was almost 40 years old!!
First of all, I now know that my mother was never really “right,” but I finally noticed her starting to really spin out about the time I was in junior high school…
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