Quote From: sassykat63My daughter was sexually abused by her stepfather from the age of 11 to the age of 15. There are so many things that happen in this family dynamic. Not all stories are the same. I'd like to tell you mine.
When I met my ex, my children were 5 (son) and 2 (daughter). We had been living with a friend, having been basically dropped on his doorstep by my ex husband, and he was Mr. Wonderful. He provided a home, loved the children and was everything we had ever wanted or needed.
We both agreed that we did not want "strangers" raising the children, so we worked opposite shifts. He worked days, and I worked nights. Our family was happy.
When my daugther was 13, she started cutting. Some of the victims of abuse will know about this. It's a defense mechanism that some kids use. When they can focus on the pain they are feeling from the cutting, they can block out the pain they are going through from the abuse. I had always had a very close and loving relationship with my daughter. I asked her numerous times why she was doing this to herself, and she would tell me she didn't know. Counselors I had taken her to had put it down to the fact that her biological father had basically abandoned her, and when he did contact her, it was usually a dressing down for her not calling on HIS birthday, or Father's Day. Of course I don't even need hands to count the number of birthday cards or Christmas gifts he gave her, because it was zero. I would tell my daughter I was sorry her father was this way but it had nothing to do with her, it was his problem, and he was the one missing out on a wonderful, talented, smart and beautiful child. At the same time I noticed her relationship with her step father was deteriorating, but put it down to "teenager syndrome". How I wish I wasn't so blind. But you never think it could happen to you.
When she was 15, she was still cutting, and one time, she cut a little too deep. Her best friend and my best friend went to the ER with us. Once they had established that my daughter had NOT been trying to commit suicide, they released her, and made an appointment to see a crisis counselor the next day.
We were on the way to the counselor's office when my daughter asked me to listen to a song by Good Charlotte. The lyrics were:
This world
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
Your mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear.
I turned to my daughter and asked her "Is this what's happening while I'm at work?" She said, "Not hitting.... no." I pulled into the next parking lot I saw and told her, "Start talking." She told me that her stepfather started abusing her when she was 11. He had sexual intercourse with her numerous times, forced her into oral sex, and had her perform oral sex on him. I looked into my daughter's eyes, and immediatly pulled her into my arms. I asked her why she never told me. She said "I didn't want to hurt you." I said "Honey, you tell me everything!" She said quietly "I couldn't tell you this." I turned the car around and went straight home and confronted my husband. Of course, he denied it. One look in his eyes and I knew he was lying. You have no idea what goes through your head at that point. He used to collect knives. Decorative, but still sharp. My first thought was "Grab that knife on the shelf and slit his throat!!" The second thought, and the one that overrode that one was "You can't protect your daughter from jail!" I picked up the phone, dialed 911, and had him removed from my home, pressed charges, and am happy to say he is in prison serving 5-10 years. He must also register as a sex offender for the rest of his life, and there is a LIFETIME Protection order against him, not only for my daughter, but for me, my son, and anyone in my family.
While we were in counseling after the fact, my daughter told me that he never "hurt" her. What she meant by that was that he never hit or was "violent" with her. This is the reason he wasn't convicted under Megan's Law. What he did to her was much more sinister in my opinion. He used her love for me against her. He always told her how much it would hurt me if I ever found out. She was "protecting" me. At the same time, he would set her up to lie. For instance, he would give her money, but tell her not to tell me. When she would have something new, I would question her where she got it. She would say she "found" it, or she "borrowed it from a friend". When I would accuse her of lying to me, he would chime right in, set her punishment, and say, "I can't believe she's lying about this." What he was doing, I found out through some support groups, was setting the groundwork in case she did tell. He started making me doubt my own child's credibility, so when she finally told, he said, "How can you believe her, you know how much she lies!" You have to understand, I WANTED her to be lying. Not because I had any feelings left for him, but because I didn't want her to have gone through what she did.
I have to be completely honest with you here. The whole time my daughter was telling me this, inside my head I was hearing "NO NO NO NO!! This isn't possible, he isn't like this!" But as I looked into my child's face, I knew. I also knew I would do ANYTHING it took to get her away from him. As Dr. Phil said, I would have lived under a bridge if that's what I needed to do to protect my child.
For all of you abuse survivors (I refuse to call you victims. You are SURVIVORS. BE PROUD OF THAT!) you have no idea how much your stories broke my heart. I was in tears reading your accounts, especially the ones who didn't have the support of your mothers. I am SO sorry. I wish I could meet each and every one of you and wrap my arms around you and give you the comfort and solace that you didn't get from the one person in the world who should never have broken your trust. I'm not saying I did everything right. I'm saying I did what was best and right for my daughter when she needed me the most. Just like I have since the day she was born, and continue to do to this day. She is now 20 years old, and is still the wonderful, talented, beautiful child she was. Yes, there are scars. There always will be. But she has NEVER blamed me, she has NEVER played the pity card. She is and continues to be a joy to everyone she meets.
I will also be forever grateful to her best friend. She had told her what was happening. The night we were in the ER, she and my daughter were talking across the room, and she told my daughter, "You have a choice. Either you tell your mom, or I will." I think that was the catalyst that had my daughter tell me.
Just as an update. Her abuser was eligible for a parole hearing November of 2008. We received a letter from the Victim's Advocate office informing us that he would not be granted a hearing because he has not completed the mandatory Child Sexual Predator's classes that are required for his parole. So he will not be eligible until he takes those classes. I hope he never does and has to serve his full sentence.
I know this is a long post. Thanks for reading it.
I am sorry this is so late in regard to your posting date, but this is the first time I have gotten a chance to read it. I have posted a comment on being abused from awhile ago.
Anyway, I cried when I read your post because when I was 9 years old, my father died and my mother remarried within a year of his death. The man she married was my father's sister's husband, but divorced from her, so he was my uncle by marriage only. But I knew him as my uncle and he had 6 children who were and still are my cousins. Weird but true.
The sexual abuse began almost immediately to me (age 9), my sister (age 6) and tried with my oldest sister who was 15 when he came into the picture. She ran away from home on many occasions and eventually became pregnant at 19 and moved out, so she avoided his advances. I was abused for 6 years until I was 16. I just could not stand it anymore and one night on vacation while lying in bed with a bad case of sunburn, my step father came in drunk wanting to molest me. I screamed, "NO, get away from me" He left me alone, finally. I then decided to tell my older brother about his abuse, so he could tell my mother. I didn't have a relationship with my mother because she basically did not care at all about me.
My brother told me my mother blamed me for dressing too sexy and inticing my stepfather. she eventually talked to me saying.......that's between you and him and it won't happen again.
That was it, end of story. I went into serious denial at that point to save myself, I guess.
I moved out a few years later and went about working hard, buying a home and having a relationship with my then boyfriend (then husband).
I started having night terrors and went to a psychologist. After a few years, I finally broke through everything and started to heal.
My mother NEVER wanted to help, console, or comfort me.
I eventually broke off all communications with her because I needed closure and she never wanted to deal with any of it. She did stay married to him until he died a few years ago.
My siblings have a relationship with her and had one with the step father as well before his passing.
I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful children, a girl (age 21) and a precious boy, age 8.
I always thought to myself, "how can I be a good mother, with the way I was brought up"? Well, I am a good mother because I love my children unconditionally. It comes straight my heart , and is not hard to do.
Thank you again for your wonderful words, it really helped me.