They question themselves.
As if ten year-olds can be sexy.
They blame their mothers.
She should have protected them.
They equate sex with love.
Because daddy loved them.
They bounce between boundaries.
He had none.
They become intimate with repression.
To make life seem a little more fair.
They become mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, aunts, and uncles.
And silence breeds more of them.
And more of him.
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February 3, 2010 at 9:18 pm |
I interact with so many people, young and old, that suffer from the repercussions of abusive relationships with family or strangers.
The fact that silence breeds more pain, more suffering, more obstacles in peoples’ lives, disturbs me, and I wish there was a way to encourage others to break the silence…but what happens then? What happens when to break the silence is more than some people can bear? How can people find someone they can trust to break the silence to,…should it be family, a psychologist, a friend, a teacher?
Abuse is complex, and it’s life-changing…I wish solutions to the generational pain caused by it were more clear, so that more people could overcome and move forward to provide the peace they and those around them need to move forward.