A moment in a thought

My thoughts, in my life, of adoption and other such things

Defeated March 13, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jessie @ 8:30 pm

I feel as though my bubble has been broken.  The happy bubble that I have been riding on for days, the pride in myself, in my Meemo, in my situation.  It isn’t gone, just been popped. 

I feel as though I should start from the beginning, I apologize as this post may get long and boring.  I am bareing my all here… raw and emotional as it is.

I hate my cousin K.  I hate him because he molested me from the time I was nine years old until I was fourteen, exactly fourteen actually.  The last time was on my fourteenth birthday.  I have never written this because I was ashamed, for the longest time I was ashamed.  I felt like I had done something wrong.  I am not ashamed anymore.  I will not give him the satisfaction of being ashamed of myself because of his actions. 

My parents didn’t know what was happening.  I fight my anger with them at times as I am sure they discovered us alone in my room plenty of times, although I am equally sure that like any parent, probably thought of nothing more than two cousins playing, or talking, together.  We were never discovered in any kind of uncomfortable situation, as he learned quickly what the footsteps in the hall sounded like.  For a long time I don’t think I realized it was wrong, for a long time I think I thought it was a normal thing.  By the time I got older, I knew better. 

I told my mother when I was sixteen.  Right after my first official therapy appointment.  It was almost as if I HAD to spit it out, I spit it out in my first appointment, and told my mom right after the appointment, in the car, on the ride home.  It was emotional, it was hard.  But I did it.  She asked me what I wanted to do about it, if I wanted to confront K, tell the family, what I wanted to do.  I could think of nothing more embarrassing than exposing my most shameful and embarrassing moments to the whole family.  Much less K, so I asked that it be kept quiet. 

I guess I assumed that my mother, being my mother, would take the upper hand.  She didn’t, after that day, it was as if nothing had ever happened.  Every holiday, birthday, family gathering afterwards, I had to see him.  I had to talk to him, I had to look at him.  I learned very quickly, to close off that part of my mind. 

I pretended nothing had happened.  And for a while, I suppose that didn’t bother me.  For a while, I suppose that I thought I was ok.  However, I never really was ok. 

I got into therapy with my current therapist J after being in a day treatment program.  The same one I got the BPD diagnosis at.  I was 20 years old.  One of the things that was the hardest to work on was the abuse and K.  I spent a lot of time trying to convince J that it was no big deal, that it didn’t bother me.  This was my common response to everything in my life that I wanted to lock away.  Its no big deal, it doesn’t bother me.  However, it turns out that it did.  As I got farther and farther into therapy, and worked a great many things out.  I started to discover how much the abuse and K really did bother me.  How much it bothered me to see him, to have to be around him, to have to sit next to him.  I realized how much I was hurting inside from this. 

The process of getting this into my head took a couple of years and a couple of groups of holidays.  Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter were always the worst.  I discovered more and more how much being with K really did bother me.  How much my subconscious, and now my conscious mind was hurting from him.  I decided last year at Easter that I never really wanted to spend another holiday with him.  How I was going to manage this was unbeknownst to me.  I didn’t want to spend the holidays sitting alone either.  But between the choice of the two, alone was looking better and better. 

Along came Meemo, and voila! I have a REASON not to go to Thanksgiving, not that I needed one, but an ACTUAL place to go.  It was quite an amazing coincidence that she came along in the perfect time.  However, I have already decided that it couldn’t have happened any better.  However, my mother never quite got that I wasn’t there because of K, she thought I wasn’t there because of Meemo, and of course, blamed it on her. 

I told mother, and I told her again, about K.  I explained to her that I was NO longer going to attend holidays that he was at.  She didn’t get it, must not have heard me, because of course I got the email about Easter (read two previous blogs to understand 🙂 )

I went through the motions, fought the fight.  Got a voice that I didn’t even know existed within me.  Told her how I felt, told her in great detail the emotional issues behind what K did to me.  Told her a great many things that it has taken me YEARS to get the courage to think, much less say.  Stood up for myself.  Was stronger than I have ever been able to be.  I was proud of myself.  I was proud of my strength, my words, my insight, my ability to do this.  I thought maybe, just maybe it would be my time.  Maybe, just maybe if I spoke loud enough, fought hard enough, she would understand. 

I have come to discover that I was wrong.  I don’t know why I was expecting anything to change.  I don’t know why I thought my mother would come through for me.  Maybe I just had hopes, maybe I just thought she would finally realize that this is her issue too, not just mine.  That I am her daughter to protect, to love and to help.  I don’t know why I thought.  I guess after all these years, I should have understood not to hope.  I should have known better, but I did hope.  I was wrong. 

The last email I have gotten from my mother, the last of a long string of emotional emails was one as unemotional as the last I sent to her.  One that basically said that she doesn’t understand because it didn’t happen to her.  And that she isn’t going to take the time to understand either.  That she couldn’t do anything because she didn’t know.  Which is correct, but she knows now, and still continues to do nothing, and apparently, doesn’t see a problem with that. 


8 Responses to “Defeated”

  1. Some other Jessica Says:

    I’m so sorry, Jessie. {{{{{{{{{{{Jessie}}}}}}}}}}}} How incredibly brave of you to get on with your life. Heartbreaking to imagine the young girl you were, who this nightmare happened to. Heartbreaking that even now, those who should cherish and protect you don’t “get” it. But you should be sooooooo proud. Just for being who you are, today. For not letting him take that from you. And for telling your mother NO MORE. Hell, I’m proud, and I don’t even know you. You rock, girl.

  2. Amy Says:

    Patience FAO. Rome wasnt built in a day and neither will your mother be. Change is often slow and painful. Hard fought. Shes spent over 50 years becoming what she is now. Now one likes to face their own mistakes and faults and we tend to fight it kicking and screaming. I can attest to that personally.

  3. Possum Says:

    First I wanted to scream – “YOU BITCH, JESSIE’S A-MUM” – then I calmed down completely when I read Memmo’s comment.
    Man – she is one together woman Miss J – I wish she was my Meemo also!!!
    I’m still very cranky at your a-mum. Probably because it hits to the core of that lack of validation I myself went through when growing up – and it’s still happening at times even today – but now with my a-sister. (I’ll post about it one day……right now……I’m too cranky for words!!!)
    I’m sending you HUGE cyber cuddles Jessie. All the way from Aussie-Land!!!! (they get bigger the longer the distance!!!!! True!!!!!!)
    You are such a brave girl – and it’s probably knocked your a-mum for six. (that means – she’s probably in shock that you even stood up to here).
    Remember to breath – and wait for the calm to come.
    I can see that she would draw a conclusion from you not coming to family gatherings to you having Meemo in your life now – I saw that one coming a mile away.
    A-parents can get SO insecure when they feel they have competition – my newly found sister J has the exact same story with her a-parents – they are SO very jealous of ME – yep – little itty bitty ME – that they can’t even THINK logically about things – as their insecurity of ME clouds their brains. Why can’t they realize that we adoptees can love many – it really is not a competition.
    Anyway – I’ve rambled on long enough. (whoops – sorry)
    Am thinking of you – and here to cheer you on any time you need.
    You’re a beautiful person – and you deserve only the BEST.
    Take care of you today.
    Loads of cuddles, Poss. xxxxxxxxx

  4. Jessie Says:

    POSSUM!!!! I had to dig your comments out of my spam folder… so sorry that it was so frustrating to you.

    My Meemo is quite amazing isn’t she? I am very, very happy to have her, and don’t really know how I would have gotten through all this without her.
    My a mom, desevers a kick, or a good screaming at, or something. She got me standing up to her, and really now the ball is in her court. I can’t do anything else about it. Thanks for all your support.

    Jessica… Thanks for being proud, I am proud of me too. Even if it didn’t work out the way I planned it to. She still knows, and I feel better knowing that. Thanks 🙂

  5. Possum Says:

    LMAO Jessie – mmmmm you can go ahead and delete my multiple comments now!!!!!
    OMG – I love hearing my own voice – I guess!!!
    I was just so frustrated that you couldn’t ‘hear’ me!!!!!!
    Hugs, Poss. xx

  6. Jessie Says:

    Heh, Alright I deleted your comments poss. I guess you do just like to hear yourself talk 🙂

  7. Possum Says:

    ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
    Hugs, Poss. xx

  8. Rebecca Says:

    Not going to take the time to understand? Oh how I wish you were kidding. Not suprising that you have BPD if you lived your life being invalidated. While I know you don’t know me, I am so proud of you for standing up to your mom. It sounds like Meemo totally ROCKS! Your mom is playing ostrich which makes her mostly useless to you and your healing. I hope she gets her head out of the sand soon. Best wishes, Rebecca

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