In my lifetime I have never found anything as confronting or as testing of my love and trust as being confronted with the issue of child sexual abuse. Not only did I have to face my own family's anguish and denial head-on, I had to deal with my own issue of sexual abuse that had happened at ten years old.
It is only with the thanks and clear-sightedness of my daughter that I had the courage and yes, the humility, to understand that I needed help, too. My thanks to those at Rape Crisis who helped me to understand the deep-seated roots of my insecurities and lack of self-esteem.
From that point on it was not plain cruising. I had to face my need to confront my own origins and search for them all the way to England where I found my birth mother: a chronic alcoholic, also the victim of child sexual abuse, raped by an uncle when she was 8 years old and, a mirror of me, trapped in abusive relationships all of her life.
I've promised myself that I'll write to her tonight: I have an airmail envelope and my trusty computer, so there's no excuse....but I've been making excuses all the same, scared stiff of being hurt by her again. Her parting words to me haunt me still....
"You don't drink, you don't smoke - you probably don't even shag!!"
Poor lady, I'd gone there in rescue mode and believed that my presence in her life could be a turning point for her. "Mrs Fix-it!" that used to be me. But life is a learning-curve from the cradle to the grave and those wonderful people who help me to grow and give me strength to reach out and help others where I can, to those and to every other parent who, like me, is facing or has faced the trauma and anguish of knowing that your child has been sexually abused - I dedicate this page to you.
I check out all the pages and this take time, so please, bear with me because there's a grandma hard at work here....