Venting
My mom is in a treatment center. This is a really good thing... I'm glad she's there. But she keeps talking to me about hard things. Most of it I can handle, I've worked on my traumas and for the most part I can tell my story without it hurting. (I usually don't share because I hate it when people feel sorry for me, but if people ask I can share.) She shared a new piece of information with me about my brother. My brother had a porn problem and I knew. My parents had so many parental locks and controls in place and they still had to go through the computer on a regular basis to delete and wipe things. Well, I guess something he regularly looked at was incest... Brother on sister stuff. So she knew he was into that... Had caught him in the act early on in the abuse... Knew that he had impulse control issues and an anger management problem... And still did fucking. NOTHING. To protect me from him. Besides punish me, you know, to let me know that "having sex" with your brother is wrong. Fucking hell. I'm so angry. She was bawling while apologizing to me. Saying she didn't know what to do... But I don't understand how you do nothing. I don't understand how you can ignore so many red flags and not tell... At least a doctor, or something? Or a friend? Someone besides an LDS bishop. It's essentially a volunteer position, they don't get trained in shit. Which should have been obvious considering how badly the dude handled it! I'm also growing increasingly upset with my dad, who has this "it's nobodies business" complex. He also thinks therapy is a hoax. In her blubbering apology my mother mentioned wanting to have me in therapy earlier than I was but dad was adamantly opposed. I always knew he was a complacent guy... But knowing that he suckered my mother into complacency and silence ruffles my feathers. A lot. I just don't know what to do with this. Besides cry... I had a nightmare last night, and I don't even remember the last time I had a PTSD related nightmare. And it's stupid because it's not like this really changes anything. I haven't even spoken to my brother in nearly 5 years! But for some reason these tidbits of information have sent me reeling. It just makes everything that happened even more inexcusable. I'm so mad.





















