I’ve mentioned before that I am a survivor of child sexual abuse. My attacker was my uncle, more specifically, my mother’s brother. The sexual abuse started when I was around 6 or 7, and continued on and off until I was 12. The worst part of it was between ages 11 and 12. My uncle has 3 children, 2 boys, and the youngest is a girl. She is a year younger than me, and when we were little, we were best friends. We used to live about 45 minutes away from each other, so I would spend a lot of nights and their house. When I was 10 we moved to the same town as them. After moving to the same town as them, her and I got much closer, but the sexual abuse got worse. After a particular incident on my 12th birthday, I stopped hanging around there, I would only visit for holidays, more so just to make my parents happy, but I didn’t tell anyone what happened until I was 18. I was very embarrassed about what happened, and I know that is a common thing for sexual abuse survivors to feel.
When I told my parents what happened, they didn’t do anything about it, I’m not sure they really knew what to do, so they continued on with life like I hadn’t even said anything. That hurt me. My life went drastically down hill until I was 22 and I tried to kill my self. My parents finally stepped up to take responsibly for what happened, but no one else did, no one in the whole family believed me. My parents cut ties with my uncle, but unfortunately, when cutting ties with him, we cut ties with my cousins as well. For the last 5 years, the family has shunned us, like we were the ones that did something wrong.
In October of 2014 my uncle died in a car accident. This news to me, wasn’t bad news. I wasn’t jumping for joy that the man was dead, I of course thought about his kids, and his wife. But it was a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders. I had done a pretty god job of healing, but with him gone, I finally had the closer that I needed for my life to get even better. Since his death, communication with my cousins has been a bit easier. There is no longer an elephant in the room that we have to try to ignore, we can just carry on.
Yesterday I got a message from my cousin, the one that I used to be really close with, my uncles daughter. She, of course knew of the accusations and refused to believe me, like the rest of the family. She told me that I ruined her father, that in the last 5 years he became a heavy drinker and very suicidal. That the family had shunned him. She went on to tell me that she wanted to know my side of the story, she wanted to know if her father was the monster that I made him out to be. I think she wanted to know that if his suffering that past few years was really my fault or was it his own fault. So because I didn’t have anything to lose, I sat down and wrote her a very detailed description of what had happened to me when I was little. What I shared with her was very hard to do, there were things that I told her that I haven’t told anyone but my therapist. I also told her about the terrible things other family members have said to and about me over the past couple years. My one aunt telling me that unless I was raped, he didn’t do anything to me. Another aunt told my mother that I was a flirty little girl, and I probably deserved what ever my uncle did to me. Not to mention I was manipulating and a drama queen, that I didn’t actually try to commit suicide, I faked it as a way to get my parents attention. It took her a couple hours to respond, but she did. Her response wasn’t something that I expected. She told me that she was sorry, and that she believed me 100%. I have to say, no one has told me that they believe me. My parents haven’t even uttered those words, and although I know they believe me, I didn’t know how good it would be to hear those words, or to read them. My cousin didn’t know that we were the ones that had been shunned, and that her father had more support from the family than she thought.
We went on to talk about all the fun and silly things that we used to do together when we were little. And I feel like I got an old friend back that I missed so much.
I haven’t had a family member believe me in so long, I didn’t even realize how much I wanted them to believe me. Of course my friends believe me, why would I tell them something like that, if it hadn’t really happened. But his own daughter believes me now, and I can’t express how amazing that feels. Now if only the rest of my family can be as big of a person as she was yesterday. But I won’t hold my breath for that, I’m just going to relish in the fact that someone believes me.