I sat on the beat up couch and told my mil the story that had just unfolded with heartbreaking force–years of sexual abuse perpetrated by our adopted son Charles. Stopped as soon as it was uncovered but not soon enough to obviate years of damage and pain.
She looked stunned (of course) and managed something about God blessing our family.
At the time I thought, does she see what I cannot?
God has blessed me. God has blessed my family. But she did not know what she was talking about. She was a woman on the mainland of “normal” and I was drifting in the dinghy of “messed up life.”
Attachment disorder will do that to ya. It will put you out to sea with issues so devastating that Richard Parker starts to look like a tabby cat.
Love, if you hear adults, professionals, “experts,” tell you things that do not make sense, learn from my lonely voice.
Your children all have an equal right to live in peace, safety, and love. If one of those children threatens the safety of the others…
Yell loud at anyone who will listen. And don’t stop until you get the help you need.
You have a right to live free from the constant threat of harm.
And so do your wee ones.