After turning things over and over in my mind and talking the DH I have come to realise that my first feeling of 'I don't have to send that difficult email to Judy now' was wrong, I do still need to send that email, as much for me as anything else. So I have written the email, I have used part of some of my posts here as building blocks and it hasn't been nearly as hard as I had feared. I actually feel quite positive about it, I think that is due to the fact that due to the actions of social services I feel I will be believed, that is a massive thing. When my Mum told me what was happening one of my first responses was 'so I am not mad, it all did happen didn't it?'. So, before I press the send button I really want your opinions on it, I need to make sure it is okay. I want to send it quickly while I am still riding the wave so quick responses would be mighty good here so I don't end up putting it off again and again. Here it is:
The last time I talked to somebody about it I was 19 and over the years there have been occasions and events that have called these childhood things back to the front but I have never trusted myself enough to say anything. When I spoke to you on the phone the shock was still very fresh and these things were long buried with a mix of not trusting my own memories or that I would be believed, I can even hear in my head what his reaction to being confronted with all this would be (I had a close and loving relationship with my daughter, I was a good Father) and they were also filed under 'what can I do with that?, nothing? What's the point in hurting yourself with it then. However as this has progressed things have been unlocked, some things remembered clearly, others are very disjointed and remembered as being on the outside looking in.
This sticks in my head as it is the clearest of memories that are very uncomfortable, a key thing of this for me now is that I could see that unless I took action against and put up blocks it was behaviour he would repeat with my daughter who is approaching the age I was. I can clearly remember, so vividly, I am almost transported back, the smell, the sounds, the sensations. Little white with pick flower vertical stripes nylon nighty, no underwear, hair wet from the bath. Climb onto Fathers lap for story, the strong smell of home brew beer and pipe tobacco all over him, a heaviness to his breathing, the way he would pull me close, put his hands on me, rub his hands up and down the outside of my leg, lifting my nightdress along the way, call me silly names. The conflicts of feelings, I have managed to get his favour but there is an anxious edge to it, I am going through the motions of what is expected of me but I don't want to stay any longer then I have to, I can't understand what all this means, what all these feeling are, I am too young, these memories come from around the ages of 6 and 9 I don't remember the books he read but I remember every other little detail like I am back there.
The other main one is far, far less clear. I remember it like I am standing in the doorway looking in. It is not a memory of one event as such but many the same. I am about 6 or 7 years old, I have been wetting the bed and each night when my parents go to bed I am lifted to the potty next to my bed. I can describe the bedroom as it was then very well, I can say that the potty was white and on the left hand side of the fireplace in my bedroom. My sister shared the room, her bed was on the other side of the room, she always slept soundly throughout, I don't think I ever woke up much for the lifting. My Mother tells me she would also take her turn lifting but I have no memories of her doing it at all. Everything is far to hazy, I don't know what happened, I just know something did and I have had, all my adult life the strong feeling that it is what ever happened on those nights my Father lifted me to the potty that is at the route of the issues I have now around my adult sexual relationships. I can't stand to be held in bed, it makes me feel panicky, claustrophobic, it floods me with adrenaline and I just have to get away. Due to these reactions I have never had much interest in sex and when I do I have to get away right after, I always leave the bedroom right away, I simply can't stay, the feelings of panic are too much, I imagine this is around being held.
It has taken allot for me to put this out to you by email but I do feel it is important that this information about events and memories from my childhood is in the right hands. I feel that now it has been unlocked I can't hold onto it without doing myself harm by locking it all down again.
Although I have never let these things to the surface or given them time in my head for so many reasons it has affected my responses to things, especially my children, I never liked the way he was when hugging the children and as my daughter was getting older i was getting more and more uncomfortable and vigilant, I took precautions of ensuring my dd wore underwear under her night clothes, they were changed in a different room and as always he would never been left alone with them. I was starting to get worried about what I was going to do, his interactions with my daughter were starting to make me more and more uncomfortable, I have wanted to pull my children away from him several times but shamefully lacked the courage to do so.
I don't know if this is going to be of any use but simply putting it down and sending it out has been of use to me even though it is become more and more clear I need professional help with all of this.
Thank you for your time and I do understand you are in a difficult position.