I am sitting here in the middle of studying for my law school exams - time is extremely precious for me right now -but I know that I have to say my piece in regards to Grace's situation.
I, too, am a sexual abuse survivor. My story is about generational abuse. My mother was abused by her father, and I am a survivor as well. Don't get me wrong... this is not a story to induce pity...it is a story to show that people can have control again. And so it begins....
My mother met my step-father when I was four. I remember being little and in front of the TV the first time "it" happened. The attacks carried on for six years. In that time, my mother was oblivious to the abuse. It should also be noted that in that time, my mother also would send me to her father's for the summer (yes, the same man who abused her), and I was abused by my grandfather as well. I do not know why my mother sent me to him, all I remember was that everytime after I visited my mother would have new furniture, we would have new bikes.... everything new.
My mother discovered the abuse and kicked my step-father out of the house. He was out of the house for a week. It was a blurred week.... the tests, the physicals, the police interviews.... everything was a blur. Then he was back. Everything stopped, she dropped the charges, everything. We started family counselling, and I had to go to victim's counselling as well. Only, "he" would take me. She thought it would be a way to mend the family. She wanted me to be "daddy's little girl". I felt sick to my stomach. He looked like a monster to me and I wanted nothing to do with him, but I was 10 and I had no voice that anyone would hear. this was when I met my father. He was like a blessing in disguise for me... so I thought.
Then when I was 12 the locks on the bathroom disappeared. There were time that my step-father would "accidentally" walk in to the bathroom when I was having a shower. I would tell my mother, but she would say that I was being mean to my "dad". I stopped talking to her. I tried to tell my biological father, and when he found out about the abuse all he and his family said was, "so you are no longer a virgin... how embarassing... what will the community (meaning the people in the Catholic church) think. I was sent back to my mother. I stopped talking to my father.... I was devastated!!!
My teenage years came and little "accidents" would occur more frequently. I started feeling like someone was watching me shower. I could never prove anything. Then one day I saw HIM...I froze... I was so scared. I finally found my voice and I called my mother - my protector - and told her what I saw. She confronted him and I thought, "finally... she believes me." He started crying and said that it was not him, and she believed him. That day, 16 years old, I came home from school and I found two garbage bags on the front porch and the house was locked. I WAS KICKED OUT OF THE HOUSE... SHE TOOK HIS SIDE!!!
I was devistated. But life moved on. I graduated from high school. I left the province with my best friend in the world, and eventually started a life with him. We have two beautiful daughters (13 and 10), and he has encouraged me to go to law school... and here I am. I do not allow my mother to see my children. I have tried to establish a relationship with her, but she refuses to respect my boundaries that I set. The boundary that is non-negotiable, the one that she refuses to abide by, is that my children are never to be alone with my step-father. She always wants to take the girls herself, and when I object she brings in every excuse to say that I am denying her rights as a grandmother (sound familiar). The only reason I do not allow my children to be unsupervised is that I know that she cannot protect my children. She could not, and did not protect me. I am a firm believer that the best predictor of future behaviour is past behaviour. He was a predator, and he will be a predator. Don't get me wrong... it hurts to see my girls without a grandmother. I see the pain in their eyes, but I chose to absorb that guilt so long as I know that my children are safe.
An abuser is a predator... like a wild animal. They search for the most vulnerable, and they attack the vulnerable. the predator sometimes has a form of bait - this is what grandmother is - bait. A predator always finds ways to fine tune his hunting skills. If he is not successful in one way, he will change his hunting and adapt his ways. He will not stop. Do not allow Grace anywhere near that man, or his wife (yes I deliberately chose this language as I do not find that they can be defined as grandma and grandpa.). If she did not protect Grace once she will not start protecting her now. You need to be strong for Grace. I tell my girls that you have to stand up for what is right even if that means standing alone.
I hope that this message helps in any way. Please do not get me wrong. I did not tell my story for pity - I tell it as a warning. I have dealt with my past. In all the "bad" that has happened in my life, I would never change it for the world because I would never have met my best friend, I would never have fallen in love, and I would not have the two beautiful, spirited, and funny girls that I have. Well back to studying... I have an exam in two hours....My thoughts are with you and your family right now. Grace will survive - she will be okay - just allow her to have a voice.