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However, I've talked about it, and I told her how I felt, and how I wish she would have done something different. I wish she had realized that I was being abused because I showed signs. I love her very much, still I think she failed there greatly. Is more understandable your father if he cant think his father as pedophile of her daughter but I see a lot of "I dont want know" in this story. Although I am now 27, when I was about 6 (maybe younger) my Grandpa started to sexually abuse me and groom me, favouring me over my older brother. Children understand that and know when is useful to insist to the parents and when they want all to be hidden. Like in the car, saying nothing your mother give you the biggest signal she could. one time when I was about 7 I remember we had gone round for dinner and my parents were getting into the car, and I was saying goodbye to grandpa - he said he wanted to French kiss me - to which I didn't know what that was, so ran to mum and told her and she shoved me into the car.
I am not writing this to disclose my family’s shame. Consider this another example why it is never that easy. I even had to change my name in this story. I just cant get my head around the above statements, said by me to my mum and I was still left with him and went on holiday with him without the parents. In their defence, they couldn’t have prevented it. Not before it happened anyway. They couldn’t have known that they shouldn’t leave me alone downstairs while they chatted happily just several metres away. They couldn’t have known that they should have told me from a young age to “scream for help and run if someone touches you here or here“. And for that, I’ve never blamed them. Ask for his number. Be simple and direct. No need to dance around the topic or make a big deal about it. Ask him out for coffee, ask him to go dancing. Just make sure you keep talking once you have his number so you don't give him the impression you view flirting as an endgame. [2] X Research source The next day, the whole family was in an uproar. My aunt told my mother and their other siblings about what had happened. My youngest aunt started crying hysterically, claiming it was impossible. Once everybody learned the harsh truth, she was crying even harder in anger.After possibly the longest 8 minutes of my life, I hear the door open and close. I wait another two minutes and finally pee (in the stall though) How do I begin? I’ve been considering (and reconsidering) telling this story. Perhaps you are wondering, “What for? Shouldn’t the past stay in the past?”
He no longer remembers what he told Phillip of his decision, writing only that "whatever it was, it was not the truth." His actions and the loss of Phillip haunts Felts to this day. I am a very open person and have told my mum how I feel and how I felt, she obviousily does feel guilty because of certain things she has said and she ends up crying but I end up feeling sorry for her and feel guilty that I have brought it up. but in my head I cant understand why when as a child I have said things to her about grandpa that if a child said to me now, it would ring alarm bells, not only because it happened to me but because of what it is that is being said.
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It didn’t happen in an alleyway, or in a sleazy motel room. Not even in my own bedroom. It was in a dusty half-lit store pantry on the ground floor of my grandfather’s house. With about 9 other relatives on the first floor. It happened when I wasn’t alone. When Grandma passed away, Grandpa was very depressed. In fact, he had been depressed when she was still ailing. Since he was living alone in his big house and also unwell, we needed more than a housemaid. A family member (or two, at least) had to stay there and look after him.
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