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Child Abuse Story From Vicki1

by Vicki
(Location Undisclosed)




I was abused by my mother's father: 
My mom took my grandmother to a funeral when I was 11 years old. I was not allowed to go because my grandmother said, "Kids should not go to funerals." So, I had to stay at my grandparents' house with my grandfather.

My grandfather called me into the kitchen after everyone had been gone for some time. He kissed me on the lips and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was disgusted, but was afraid of him because he was a very large man, so I didn't say anything.

He rubbed my newly developed breasts, and he began to shake. I was scared, sick, but at the same time...aroused. (That is the part I feel so guilty for).

He stuck his hand under my shirt, then into my pants, then inside me. I got away and left the kitchen, but ran into one of the bedrooms. He followed me and repeated what had happened in the kitchen. He tried to put me on the bed, but a car door slammed, and he left.

That night, I cried and cried. I got up to go tell my mom what happened. I walked over to her bedside, and I knew she would never believe me.

This behavior by my grandfather continued for almost another 5 years off and on.

I married the day after I was 18, had a baby nine months later, then got up the courage to tell my mother what had happened with my grandfather. Just as I had predicted, she did not believe me. She yelled at me that I had NEVER loved her parents, and that I was trying to divide her from her family. She barely spoke to me for the next few years. I lived next door to mom AND my grandparents.

My grandfather became very sick. He was dying of heart failure and had come home to spend his final days. He sent for me. When we were alone, he told me he was sorry. He died a few days later. At the funeral, my mother and I stood by the coffin. Bravely, I said, "Mom, I didn't lie to you." She said, "I know."

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Sep 26, 2008
Involuntary arousal...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Vicki, you said: "I was scared, sick, but at the same time...aroused. (That is the part I feel so guilty for)." I encourage you to question your thoughts on this. First of all, arousal during a sexual assault is not uncommon, whether you are male or female. Fact is, being touched in that area, even when it's molestation, can and does "feel good." Your arousal was involuntary. Your body betrayed you; you did not—I repeat, you DID NOT—betray your body. You could no more control your arousal than you could control whether or not you breathe. And your grandfather knew this. Indeed, he likely counted on it in order for you to keep "the secret."

Vicki, you did the right thing by telling your mother. I'm terribly sorry she didn't believe you. As for your mother, perhaps your grandfather told her what he had done to you; I can't say. But she's the one who lost out on all those years, all those years of a relationship with her daughter, watching her be a parent, sharing in the joy of parenting and grandparenting. All her accusations, her animosity and outright denial; it's all on her, Vicki. I do hope the two of you can come together to bridge the feelings of betrayal and abandonment. If you haven't already, I recommend some form of counselling in order to help you with all the emotional residue of being molested by your grandfather, and then after telling, not being believed, and now how to deal with the situation now that your mother understands that what you said happened did happen.

Thank you for sharing your story here, Vicki. You've sent an all-important message to my visitors.

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

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