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Child Abuse Story From Andrew Richards Part 4

by Andrew Richards
(Sydney, Australia)




A while ago I posted my story (see Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 of Andrew's Story). Back then, everything seemed like it was on the up, like I was going to get past it. Right now though, I really don't know. Right now, I'm wondering why people could ever say that "family" (at least in terms of extended family) is important to them. Right now, I feel like justice is a joke. Right now, I feel like I'm torn between killing myself and going on a rampage against all those who abused me and all those who've made it clear that there was nothing wrong with that (not that I would resort to violence—scum who are destined for a special place in hell like that aren't worth the jail sentence).

In the last month, I finally decided I was at a point where I had to confront people in my family who'd been directly responsible for what happened to me. I sent the cousin who had been the worst offender a strong email, confronting her and telling her I wasn't going to take it anymore. I sent my oldest uncle a similar letter, although a lot gentler and more diplomatic.

To my surprise and I guess a real positive out of this, my mother was so supportive that she sent my uncle a supporting letter. Knowing my family's bad habit for gossip, she emailed everyone copies of the letter I'd sent to my uncle and her covering letter so that they knew exactly what was in the letters. She also asked them not to take sides in the issue. Almost a week passed and there were no replies from anyone who was sent the emails or letters.

I'm really close with the uncle's oldest granddaughter, who told me that people had been talking nastily about me behind my back, so I sent the family members a strong email criticising them for not even having the decency of offering me a single word of support. The email even had the subject of "if you believe this family has even a shred of decency, you'll read this email". Nothing. We were starting to think that my aunt may have possibly intercepted the letters having possibly been forewarned of them.

About a week later, still having heard nothing, and having been told that people were once again attacking me behind my back, changed my Facebook status to "thinks it's tragic that his family seems to think that child abuse is an acceptable price to pay for family harmony". This did get a response—from my uncle's oldest grandson's girlfriend, who was like "that's a bit strong, don't you think".

I let fly that it wasn't, that I knew people were talking about me behind my back and that it was obvious that was what had happened as most of my family couldn't be bothered offering me a single word of support and those who'd been sent letters to hadn't had the decency of responding to me. To cut a long story short, she told me he'd received the letters, but as far as he was concerned, that was the end of it, that I was in the wrong for sending a letter and not calling him over the phone, that I'd brought myself to the point of suicide and no one else (I'd said in the letters that the actions of the family had pushed me to the point of a constant battle against suicidal depression) and that no one in the family was responding because they didn't think it was an issue, and effectively blaming me for confronting them.



That night, Mum called up my uncle and confronted him. He defended my cousin, told her that his children were all furious at me for sending the letter, but eventually signaled that he was sorry for what had happened, at which point she came out of her room where she'd made the call without my knowledge (I'd gone out for a while at the time because of how angry, hurt and upset I was over the whole thing with my cousin's girlfriend). When he got on the phone to me, it was nothing but a pile of crap, where he was "sorry if I'd felt that way because of how I'd INTERPRETTED things" but practically everything I said was wrong. He even told me I should be happy with the job I'm doing right now to pay my way through my degree all while telling me he wanted me to have "a bright future" and claiming he really did love me. Nothing but a pile of crap really!

That was a week ago. Right now, I'm a mess. I'm not sleeping and I go between feeling like I've been completely gutted and feeling so angry—the terrible thoughts I have against the scum that did it and the scum that blame me for confronting the family about this abuse, driven by a neurotic and almost sociopathic obsession with conformity (my cousin's girlfriend even accused me of trying to tear the family apart).

I so thought I was ready for this, but I was wrong. I felt like I had to confront them, but I'm just starting to realise how much I wasn't ready for this. My family has always been about "the Carney Clan" and how they're always inclusive and do the right and loving thing and will always be there when a family member is in need.

But it seems that that's just the hype. Right now, I don't know what to do. I feel like justice is as far from being served as possible. I feel like there's no point to anything. If what happened to me is ok according to society, I'd sooner die than put up with more of it. I feel like I want to make those who've turned on me in this and those who did this to me beg for death and then rot in a special place in hell. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of rage, hurt, betrayal, anger, bewilderment and hopelessness and inside I feel just gutted and empty. I always prided myself on being able to get myself out of anything, but right now, I don't know how I'm meant to fill myself up and save myself from drowning.

I've never felt so lost in my entire life....

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Oct 10, 2008
Lost, but it's NOT hopeless...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Andrew, your name has popped into my mind several times these past few days. I didn't know why, until I received your despairing story of confrontation.

It comes as no surprise that the outcome of your confrontation has left you with anguish and hopelessness, left you with thoughts of suicide, thoughts of a violent rampage against those you confronted. A rampage that if acted upon would put you in the same light—darkness, actually—as those who felt, and still feel, child abuse was warranted and acceptable, those who feel it's time for you to "move on". They don't "get" the pain you're in. And trust me when I say this Andrew: it's not that you want to die; it's that you want the pain to end.

Andrew, you are such a deeply sensitive and caring man. You have a profound sense of right and wrong; and you want some form of justice for the wrongs that have been committed against you. Justice that could so easily come in the form of simple acknowledgement for the acts committed against you. I understand that so well. There was a time I felt that in spades. There was a time I believed that my healing was tied directly to my abusers, that their willingness to admit to the abuse and their ability to recognize the damage they had done to me would be the start of my own recovery. I discovered the hard way that I couldn't make anyone do or think anything. I could not, try as I might, change the way anyone else responded. And when I tried, it left me suffering even more. I discovered that the only person I could change was me. Then I learned to question my own thoughts; because in the end, Andrew, all we're left with is our thoughts about what has happened to us. When we questions our thoughts and turn them around, the thoughts let go of us. This I believe is the key to healing.

A woman by the name of Byron Katie wrote a book titled Loving What Is: Four Questions That Can Change Your Life. If you've read some of the recent posts on this site, you'll know that I've recommended this book for many of the story contributors. I'm also strongly recommending it for you, Andrew. If you decide to read it, do so with an open mind. Even if you aren't yet ready to apply her approach to your personal situation, perhaps you'll be ready at another time.

Darlene Barriere
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir

Oct 10, 2008
Addendum
by: Andrew Richards

I suppose I should be fair rereading this and add in that a couple of my uncles and a couple of my aunts have been supportive of my decision, but with the exception of those few, it's been the entire family turning on me.

Oct 18, 2008
I wish I had the guts to do what you did!!
by: Megan

I posted a story about my sexual abuse a few weeks ago, and I must commend you on your bravery to confront those who have put harm in your life. As I said in my story I was molested by a female family member, and actually had a close relationship after the abuse was over with. I believe partly it was out of pure fear of what she would say, my family, or anybody. To this very day we still speak and talk about how things were "back then" and never once mention what happend. What is really sad is I'm still afraid to say anything even though I want to so bad. I applaud you and will say a extra prayer to God to bless you with happiness.

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