from my going out to my coming in, i been HARMED by my father’s paranoid hatassment, generally unheatd or unspoken, relating to the horrible moment i so often reference when he tried to touch my breasts when i was layong in bed in fbe morning when i was 17 at home on Christmas vacation from Kent School.
This did happen, There were no mitigating factors. I was hurt and horrified. I had never been touched.
This ruined our family life and j took ths blame. On the excuse of mental iĺness, i was slowly edged out of family life until, for secondary reasons, i found myself in a state mental hospital here in Pennsylvania where discussion of sexual abuse was disuaded to my face as was any criticism of my parents.
i became terrified that my mother, who had complete control, was “neurologically deficient” like her younand ipenly when we wwre chatting ger brother in England,
At the same time, my father was my main “go-to” in the family and we discussed the incident thaf happened when i was 17 frequently when we were chatting on the patio or even at Friendly’s family restaurant as i remember.
im sick of it now. I must want to forget about it. Im sick of the lies and the people who stand up for him. Im sick of the people who DARE to call me spoiled.
It happened. Im over it. Thrre was a cleansing in my five days in the woods recently and everything that led up to it.
i would ask for a little sensitivity, thats all.
Un.Bon.Mot 