I finally told my father & 2 brothers that I was sexually assaulted as a kindergartener by another little girl. She was the kid of a friend of my Aunt who was babysitting us while my parents were on vacation. It was the night before departure. My mom found out during the assault, put me in another room & went on vacation the next day. She left me in the house with the same child who violated me so she could spend a week in the Virgin Islands. She never spoke of it again until I was 30 years old & had a string of broken relationships, friendships, jobs & a shattered sense of self. I wasn't ready to talk then so I shut the conversation down. But earlier this year I started therapy & finally got to a point where I was ready to disclose to my other family members about the impact of the assault & the subsequent neglect. I told my brothers, one has checked in on me in the 3 weeks since. I hadn't heard anything from my dad or other brother. Today my dad texts me saying I need to call so we can continue the conversation. But honestly, why bother? Three weeks of silence is so hurtful. It says so much. I just need...to feel like...I don't know, that I matter or something? Even that seems like it's too much to ask for and that makes me so sad. via /r/raisedbynarcissists https://ift.tt/3jcEJj7
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