It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I realised I’d been abused. I met a good man when I was 19 and had children. Over the years I began to trust him and we started having conversations as I progressed through my 20s. I knew I should be honest with him but I didn’t know what to tell him.https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/real-life/true-stories/i-was-sexually-abused-by-my-mother-and-i-need-to-talk-about-it/news-story/4ff1289b352146a6afc0bf9ee3b08268
I still have a whole heap of weird notions around sex that I don’t have the words to talk about.
I’ve seen a psychologist and therapist for many years. At first I thought that I’d go for a while and be fixed and free. Now I understand this will be a lifelong process.
I adore my children and they’re all thriving. I’ve talked to them about sexual abuse but not my own.
My mother came to visit recently. She just booked a ticket and arrived. I can’t even tell you how I feel about it. So many emotions and I don’t want them to hate her, even though I don’t trust her around them.