When I was a child, I was sexually molested by my maternal grand father. He touched my genitals, and would hold me hard on his lap and rub me against his crotch.
My parents were young and divorced and I spent the majority of my time with my two sets of grandparents. All weekend with my dad’s (Fri-Sun) and many evenings at my mum’s parents after school and over night.
One day, after being incredibly upset at the prospect of being left at my maternal grand parents house for the night, I gathered the courage to tell my mum about the sexual abuse. She stated that if I was telling the truth, I needed to tell her mum. I did. They decided unanimously that I was dreaming it/ lying and my mum went out that night and left me there.
I realised in that moment, I had no choice but to ignore the issue too as no one was going to stop the abuse. (I knew I could have told my dad or his family but that would have caused absolute chaos. I simply wanted to not be left in that position anymore not police or social services or Court and the responsibility of it all).
I continued through teen and adult years as if it had never happened. It seemed to suit my mum. The abuse stopped before I became a teenager and I was able to suppress thoughts about it.
When I entered my early twenties the anger started being very difficult to ignore. One time I brought it up and I told my mum that I wasn’t lying or dreaming and she should have protected me. She replied that “It’s not like you were being raped”
Our relationship limped along until I had my children and I decided I did not trust her or want her to play a part in their lives. I started withdrawing. I had two full out rows with her in which I detailed this abuse as well as other instances of abuse which she never protected me from.
I am from a very large family with lots of cousins who I love very much. I have confided in one the reason for my NC with my mum. The rest have been told “she’s just not interested so I’m not pushing it”. I don’t know why I’m still protecting her and my grandad. My cousins think she’s amazing and it makes me so angry.
I won’t be able to tell them the real reason because I don’t think my mental health could sustain anyone else I care about either not caring or not believing me again.
How do I move past this?