There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall; but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you're down.     -- Wes Fessler

It's taken almost a year but the other shoe finally dropped. Around this time last year, I discovered my sister had posted a lot of horrible things about me on her blog. That didn't surprise me. What did, however, was the fact that she had mentioned that I had been talking crap about her to my brother and his wife - a statement I knew was a complete lie. I fumed about it for awhile, going back and forth between wondering if my sister was saying this because she expected me to read her blog and believe her lie so it would destroy the last remaining relationship I had in my family….OR… had my brother and his wife really been lying to her about what I was saying?

Truth be told, both had a ninety-nine percent probability of being true. I decided to confront my brother. His reaction was complete anger and he wanted to know where I heard that from because he was going to "get to the bottom of these lies" since he was so sick and tired of his family being attacked. Hmmmm….Ok. So I pointed him in the direction of our sister's blog. Once he found out it was coming from her, he told me, "Seriously? Consider the source. Come on. It's Jill." They both swore up and down they had said nothing bad and they had tried and tried with both Jill and our other brother, Tom, to get them to talk things out with me and fix the family.

I believed them - at first. But then I began going over and over things in my head. Since I had removed Jill from my life, I had talked to John and his wife a total of four or five times - in over a year. I remembered these conversations mostly because whenever they came around I felt guarded. My senses were alert like my body knew what my mind didn't want to acknowledge. It felt as though they were digging for dirt because each and every time they came over, they would bring up Jill and be negative. Then they'd bring up Tom and be negative. Then they'd bring up Tom's wife and complain about her. I didn't engage in this bashing and would try to change the subject. I continued to tell them that I was trusting God with these relationships and He knew when the time would be right. I wasn't worried about it.

It was during one of these visits, my grandson's first birthday party, that they brought up Tom and his wife again. It felt like when I wouldn't take the bait, they would spill more crap. They had me in tears believing that I had lost my brother for good and that his wife was alienating him from his family.

I starting trying to piece things together- their stories changed a lot; facts changed; details they had been quick to spill during one visit would be suddenly 'forgotten' and couldn't be recalled. I like to watch people's faces and how they talk with their words and bodies. When you're a child of sexual abuse, you become keenly perspective on levels a normal child doesn't have to think about. You're always on high alert - you can smell a change in the air, unconsciously catch the twitch in the abuser's cheek before he grabs you….you notice things. I noticed quite a bit with my brother and his wife.

So fast forward to this past spring. My brother, Tom, and I began hashing things out and getting reacquainted. It was during one of our talks that the first shoe dropped. I'm not going to share any details of our talks because Tom is the only family member I have that I know I can always trust. We can be real with each other and that's what I crave most is real, honest relationships. He did let me know that John had repeatedly told them that my daughter and I were continually badmouthing them. I remember my mouth falling open and I was speechless. He had told me and my daughter the same thing about them. All lies.

Again, I've been stewing about this for a few months now. I was going to confront him but kept putting it off. A few days ago, I get a text from him giving me his new phone number and he asks if my phone is broke because I haven't been responding to his calls. I went on to tell him that I was mad at him because of what I'd found out.

 Hold on....THIS is how you get your family back together? By lying?

Notice I gave him an opportunity to fix things here by suggesting we get together and talk about it with Tom. If Tom was lying it would have been the perfect opportunity to call him out on it. 

Or, if John had really wanted to get his family back, be honorable and do the right thing.....this would be the time to sit down and talk about it.  

Ahhhh....here again. " I don't remember anything that has been said." This is a classic line with these two when they can't keep all of their lies straight. 

Now suddenly he's OK with us fighting? Just a second ago didn't you say.....something else? 


Oh, yes. You're the only one in the world who has to face life on a daily basis. You're also the only one with problems.

 Uh. What?! 

Get. Over. It.


This is simply a demeaning way for someone to say, " I know I hurt you. I know I was wrong. BUT...I don't care!"

Ok, you've been lied to your whole life (Please. Seriously?) so it's completely acceptable for you to do it to others. Uhm. NO.

I really have something to say here. No. I'm NOT quick to force people out of my life. 

I'm 45 years old. FORTY FIVE! 

Just in the past few years have I even begun to believe that I am worthy of love and respect and taking care of myself. I've learned that I matter. I MATTER! How I feel matters. How people treat me and how I allow them to treat me matters. 

I used to be a door mat.
Followed the crowd and did what I was told.
Didn't speak up for myself.
Took a lot of shit from a lot of people.
I was a very negative person.

But NO MORE!  

I don't remove people from my life on a whim, simply because I get upset by what they've said or done. I remove them when I notice a pattern of years and years of the same crap, same lies and same behaviors. 

Those same people are so fast to point fingers at me and scream that I'm being unfair, unreasonable and looking for drama. Nope. I've changed. I cannot and will not be controlled by anyone any more. I think for myself. I do what I need to do to take care of myself. 

"Stop focusing on the negative and look at the good shit." Believe me - I am. That's why I've removed so many people from my life. I surround myself with the good because I don't have time for the drama.

No - not all things can be talked about and worked through. I gave you that opportunity and you shot it down. (See above.) Plus, when you refuse to acknowledge your behavior and change what you're doing - there is no hope of a relationship.


 What the fuck have you done, Indeed!  

Well, for the record.... we've never had any issues between us. And there's never been a time I cut you out of my life. So much for THAT history. It can't be history if it hasn't ever happened before. 







You know....the content of what you said doesn't matter one teensy, tiny bit. 

Because..... 

You repeatedly approached people I love and lied to them about me. You. Lied. About. The. Words. That. Never. Came. Out. Of. My. Mouth.

So, THIS, my dear brother is why I remove people from my life. 

When they....

REPEATEDLY.

DELIBERATELY.

PURPOSE TO HURT ME.

 And now the world can know..... I haven't bad mouthed my sister, my brother or my mother. Someone else was doing it for me without my permission. 

Hopefully you don't have piles of your dirty dainties lying around your home for guests to gawk at! But that's the general idea for the term "airing your dirty laundry." Nobody wants to see it and you should do everything you can to keep it under wraps.

Dirty laundry= dirty secrets

This has been the main topic in discussions with several of the victims I’m working with lately. Why is it that when a victim or Survivor tells their story - their LIFE experience - it's considered dirty laundry? This reference to dirty laundry is really offensive and hurtful because it is telling that person - "Hey. YOU don't matter. Your story isn't important. I don't care what happened to you. Your life is nothing but dirty rags."

Car accident victim

911 terrorist attack victim

Family of a murder victim

Someone with a terminal disease

Soldier with PTSD

Children of alcoholics

They are all allowed to share their stories, pain and ways they made it through the trauma. None of them asked for the mess. These things were done to them. Yet society completely accepts and listens to this part of who they are. But when a victim of childhood sexual abuse begins to find their voice and share what has happened to them they are forsaken by family, called names and told they need to shut up. For some reason, the victim is bullied into believing that what was done to them is somehow their guilt and shame to carry.

Shhh! Don't tell! This is our secret.

Abusers go to great lengths in order to get their victims to keep quiet. In my own experience, the threats made to me if I told were:

• I would be arrested
• My mom would be thrown in jail
• I'd be sent away and never see my family again
• Since he was "in" with the cops, they would believe him over me
• My siblings would be taken away and I'd never be allowed to see them again
• He had ways of making me disappear so no one would ever find me

In addition to threats, abusers will groom the victim and give them a false sense of being special. They'll buy them presents and treats followed by words such as, "See? I love you. You're special to me. Nobody will understand. That's why we have to keep it a secret." The victim is then torn because they feel shame, guilt and fear accompanied with an intense desire to protect the abuser. This is especially true if the abuser is a parent.

I lived my childhood in complete fear that someone would find out. Partly because of the threats and partly because I was so embarrassed and ashamed at what was being done to me. The one part of me hated him with a passion and the other half would defend him to the death to anyone that had a bad word to say about him. One part wanted to scream and tell and make it stop but the other half withered inside out of shame and hoped nobody would ever find out. This started when I was 9 years old and went on until I was just about 16. Do you know a 9, 10, 11 year old? Do you remember being that age? Can you put yourself in their little shoes and imagine what it is like to have very adult things done to you- things you should know nothing about- things that hurt physically and emotionally and at the same time live under the threats, fear and shame? And then be so twisted up inside because you can't stop loving and protecting this person who is doing such awful things to you?

I remember going to great lengths at one point to get someone to realize what was happening without actually saying anything. I spent a few weeks visiting my aunt in Colorado and did things in order to get her attention like stealing money and makeup. It got her attention all right because she knew that I wasn't that kind of person. She went to her pastor and then brought me in to talk and I began crying because I felt such relief! They knew! They knew! And I didn't say anything! It wasn't me that told so none of the awful things he threatened me with would happen. But they didn't know. They thought it was because my parents had just divorced and I was having a hard time with it which just made me cry harder because I was still stuck in hell.

There was also the day I molested my little brother which still makes me cry to this day because my brother and my sister were my world. And not that this excuses it, but as a child who was being abused myself, it was a 'natural' thing to do. Many children who are being molested will act out and molest other children, especially siblings. I didn't do it to hurt him yet that was the outcome. I did it because my little child brain believed that he would tell on me and then the truth would come out - again without ME having to tell because if I told I already knew what would happen. As an adult, I see why he never told but as a child I was unaware of just how dysfunctional our family was or even aware that my siblings were having issues, fears and feelings of their own - many of which revolved around what was being done to me.

Oh no! Did I just hang a pair of my dirty dainties out in public?! No. And here's why. Sexual abuse continues to happen BECAUSE we keep it a secret. It happens in secret and victims are threatened to keep it that way. It lives and breathes because nobody will acknowledge it is there so it roams freely, injuring the souls and hearts of children who grow up and become dysfunctional, hurting adults. Family secrets that are kept hidden do not keep families intact. They destroy them from the inside out. These secrets and abuse will continue from generation to generation until they are exposed. Abuse doesn't stop until we speak out. We cannot heal until we use our voice and share our story. When a person is possessed with a demon and the pastor is trying to cast it out, most of the time the pastor must name the demon (blasphemy, confusion, pride, etc.) before it will flee. It is the same way with sexual abuse. We cannot be free of the pain, shame, anger and the million other things that go along with it until we can name it, speak out and share what has happened to us.

Victims, no matter what anyone tells you - it is not your shame or guilt to carry. You did nothing wrong. Nor are you doing anything wrong by speaking out about it. Your life and your experiences are NOT dirty laundry. God certainly doesn't see your life and traumatic experience this way at all so there's no reason anyone else should, either. You matter! What happened to you matters! How you feel matters! And your healing journey is important!

Keep speaking! Keep healing!