I think I left out my real point...after realizing I'm not crazy, and those things did happen, it seems possible to mourn for the little boy that had his mind turned inside out, like accepting a death in a way. Every time now I face an event, accept it happened, and speak to the ones I feel need to know I am now aware of the past, it goes away. Not really away, but where it belongs...in the past.
The big event on my horizon, though is the confrontation with my father. He has to be accountable for what he did to us, and his payment will be to hear his son tell him what a small person his father is and why. I don't mean literally say "you are a small person", but to tell him what I know about the past and what he did to us, creating a horrible perception of what makes a good man. He's small because he doesn't even have the strength to face the reality he created or his own mistakes, I've made the same mistakes as him in some areas, and I intend for my children to know them all. They deserve to know my real experiences, maybe saving them some of my mistakes.
He has to be made aware I know the truth, I know all of it, and no one including him can take it away from me again.
Thanks for reading...
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