At counseling I talked about the phone call that I had with my mom on Friday night. If you don’t know what I am talking about, you can see the story here: Enough is Enough. I am to the point now that I am simply tired of being re-victimized every time I talk with my parents’, well my mom anyways…. My dad doesn’t really talk to me…. Even though I clearly informed my parents’ when they said they would do anything to help me out with my healing process that a phone call every now and then just to check on me would be nice… Guess that is too much to ask for.
I never imagined that it would be such a hassle to get help from my parents; the people who knowingly concealed that they knew all along that my oldest brother tried touching me inappropriately. It makes me so mad that it is essentially as much their fault as it is my brothers’ that I have the problems that I have and they can’t just help me out.
It really hurts that the people who are supposed to support you and love you the most just sometimes are not able to provide what you need. As hard as it has been for me to understand that, I have and it hurts but at the same time it feels good to be able to stand up for myself and prevent myself from continually getting hurt. The ‘REAL’ me is starting to shine through.