30 years ago I disclosed to my parents that I had been abused by my only sibling. I am NC with the sibling now, but my parents are not ( I am really hurt by this, but of course that is their decision to make). They believe he has changed, and have let it go, maintaining a lovely relationship with him and his family. But I live with the consequences every single day. It has cast a huge shadow over my whole existence, my relationships, my parenting and my self worth. I even feel that it has affected my academically as I have have had intrusive thoughts anytime I don’t fill me eyes and ears with noise. Never able to concentrate well enough to study effectively.
They live alone (well, together) and I feel sad that they can’t have both their children home with them at the same time as I never ever want to see my abuser again. They are old and I am so stressed about how to deal with the inevitable when they reach the end of their lives. My remaining parent will need support, and I just can’t be around or even communicate with my sibling.
I should have said nothing, I wasn’t protected and still don’t feel safe. There was no point at all and I was right not to say anything until I moved to uni. I can’t imagine how more unsafe I would have felt at home as a child if I had told them, with them most probably sweeping it under the carpet. At the time I told them, they were devastated, absolutely heartbroken, however I wasn’t supported, just made to be with them as they went through the pain. They wanted me home, but that home is where I was abused. I was traumatised being there with them knowing the truth.
I have no hatred for them, I just feel that I was not worth protecting, and still aren’t. I am unbearably sad.