Rmember, They Walk Among Us

by metatron 31 Replies latest jw friends

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  DakotaRed

  My abuser went to her grave unrepentant and was well thought of around Sebastian Florida. In dealing with one of my nephews recovery and his hatred of her, I have every reason to believe she abused him too. Doctors have confirmed she did physically and caused some brain damage. But, given that 3 of my 4 nephews down there have been in prison for sexual matters with underage girls (all 3 are now in their 30's), makes me suspect she passed on her abuse to them too.

  My anger at her subsided many years ago and I even tried a few times to have what I thought was a normal family relationship with her. It wasn't to be, so I just stayed away from her. I always felt sad for her, though, knowing just how much life she missed out on due to her perversions. After talking with my nephew last night, he is nearing that point too. He now realizes that hating her is nothing more than letting her control him from her grave.

  Lew W
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  waiting

  CAUTION - graphic & may trigger some.

  I think the past days of posts have made a lot of us think a lot. *sigh*

  About perceptions & memories. My husband is my honey.....he lets me talk, and he talks with me (when we're talking to each other.) He also loves cars, sports etc. I'm not wild about them.

  I was telling him one time about my memory of my father beating the hell out of one of my dogs. He beat & killed all of them - but some differently. I can actually SEE his hands and arms just whizzing by my face (as he liked me to be present - another lesson learned) as he slammed the dog with his fists. The poor Boxer was already laying there dazed and bleeding.

  I morbidly marveled to my husband "He was sooooo fast! I couldn't hardly even see his hands!" My husband knew that my father had been a boxer in the Navy and worked with judo, wrestling, & weights, etc. He then helped me to understand what I had seen - not through a little girl's eyes, but with an adult's understanding. Of course, my father was fast - he knew how to box......and he was skilled in fast, methodical, moves with his fists.

  What I perceived as nearly superhuman speed and brutality from a little girl's viewpoint was nothing more than a man who had used a punching bag for many hours. He just used my dog this time.

  We need to allow room for each other, as some have brought out more eloquently than I have written.

  waiting