Discovering something severe did occur in my childhood was not easy to accept – even though I had enough reason to accept it. Anything short of the truth simply would not be enough. I had to know what really happened and if I was barking up the wrong tree. I needed validation. Walking this path without proof has been an excellent exercise in practicing faith and hope in prayer and real life, let me tell ya! It means leaning on God and believing He is not only listening to your prayers, but guiding you from within as well.
Still, my personal need for validation overwhelmed me and I gave in to it. About 8 months after talking to a priest, I talked again to my aunt. I asked her more about the old babysitter, she gave me more information on them. I brought up the flashbacks I had (I expressed these in previous posts). That was when her anxiety became visible. She shifted her stance, rolled her eyes so hard her head went along too.
I did my best to allow her to put the blame on me. I told her these could be false memories, that I am just trying to figure out what happened. She went back to the old couple who babysat my brothers and I. I had even brought up my uncle when talking about the memories that came up, but she did not bother once trying to defend anyone.
My aunt was already mad at my mom (her twin) for wanting to find the daughter my aunt had given up for adoption (this girl one of my alters is named for so my aunt could play mom to me/her). When this recent development came up, my aunt decided to give up any relationship with my mom. How do you do that to your own twin sister? How do you betray your own family so much that you allow your own niece to be used in cult practices?? I don’t understand – but I do know that I will be required to forgive those that hurt me! Argh – anyway…
I did what I could to mend my mom’s relationship with her twin. I sent a letter giving my aunt every opportunity to say “none of this is true, you are wrong,” but she wouldn’t do it. My mom had asked her sister if it was possible my uncle may have abused me, could anything have happened – but my aunt refused to answer that question. She only acted offended, yet refused to say that her husband never abused me. She wouldn’t even lie. There were so many times I wished somebody would tell me nothing ever happened. Then I could go on believing the lies I had been fed.
My dad heard by this point that I thought I may have been abused as a child. His reaction was mixed, half denial, half shock. I haven’t brought it up again with my parents. This was a couple years ago.
This event pretty much ended the preliminary searching and questioning my view of reality. This experience helped me to see there is in fact more to my life than I or anyone else has been willing to admit. Nobody could tell me the truth, and that meant I had to go deep within my self in order to unlock the memories already there, just hidden.
A couple months later my husband and I began our own therapy. Honestly, I believe this works out best for us. I had been to several therapists in the past, none of whom were any help. I saw a psychiatrist who only diagnosed me with ADHD.
I had NO idea how well my husband and I matched up when we got married. God really did have a plan for us. My husband has a very unique life history which combined with his God-given nature has made him the best man for the job! It is like God guided our lives (given how human free will has impacted us in tremendous negative ways it astounds me that God somehow did this without going against free will) in such a way that everything the devil did, God was able to out-do! Which, makes sense – God is all-powerful omnipotent – it just puts me in awe when I think about the semi-big picture. Even through all the pain thrust at me as a child, even though it seemed like the devil may win because numerous people around me knowingly rejected God, somehow – I have a lot to be thankful for!
Even though the truth hurts, it does set you free. Even though I suffer low lows along with nice level times – somehow – even when I fall, God is right there waiting and offering me a hand up (even when I’m too hurt to believe it).