ChronicallycatCasual Contributor
Ashamed about my relationship with the perpetrator
I don’t hate the perpetrator of my SA, I wish I could and I wish I did because it would make everything so much easier.
He was just 9-10 and I was 3-4 the first time, we were and still are practically family. I still have vivid and tactile memories of it but nearly 11 years later we suffered an enormous trauma as a family unit and despite my hesitation to be alone around him, I still care for this person.
My brain will not allow me to reconcile the idea of this person who broke me and did horrible things to me with the person who I know now after the trauma. It won’t allow me to hate him. Fear, shame, disappointment and anger, but I cannot hate him
it feels like a disservice to my younger hurt self and to the girl who he made me into who was groomed and SA’ed later in life, to not be able to hate him.
I feel disgusted in myself that I don’t and I don’t know how to forgive my brain for it.