Hi @pip @
I don't think my brother has told my parents because my parents don't know. When all this came out 6 yrs ago I hadn't seen my brother for a while. I ended up telling my sister before my mum (and i got into trouble because of that too). But I know that my mum would have told my brother about my memories and he has stayed well away (and glad he did). I know that he knows what he has done; so he will get his punishment when the time comes.
As for my neighbour - I did go to the police to inquire what the process was. I met a really nice detective part of the child abuse section and he explained the whole process. But after speaking with him I felt it would be too traumatic for me and I was not in any frame of mind to go to court. So I left it.
As for my uncle (mum's brother) he passed away the year before my memories came back.
When I first told my mum she was supportive but only for a few weeks. she would call me daily to see how i was feeling. But she never told dad, she used to say 'oh no i won't tell dad because that will upset him' WTF what about me!!!!
All of a sudden she twisted and changed to be a dragon, manipulative bitch and was so cold towards me. This is where maybe she told my brother and he has said "oh she is not right in the head, she is suffering depression, she doesn't know what she is saying" - and of course she would have listened to him. Then she called me and demanded that I go to her house to 'talk about it". I was so scared, i didn't want to go i remember being so upset that my close friend came over to calm me down. i even called my psychiatrist and left a message to say pls admit me into hosptial, i can't go to her house.
But that day came, my husband came with me. on our way my psych called me and reassured me it was okay, and made sure what i was going to say to her. he printed off some information about child abuse and depression and i was going to give it to them.
We got to my parent's house. I press the door bell and she answers with a cold hard bitch look on her face, no smile, no hug. I kissed her hello but it was so cold. We walked into the kitchen and i looked around for dad. i said to her 'where is dad' and her reply was 'oh he doesn't want to be herre to see you or hear what you have to say' (sorry i am crying now) . i knew that was a lie because my dad had a heart attack a few weeks before and was not allowed to drive yet, so whether she told him to go into the shed and stay there, or i really don't know what happened to him that day. we sat down and she started, the abuse, the verbal yelling 'how dare you wait over 30 yrs to tell me about the abuse' ; how dare you go to your sister first and tell her; and then she looks at my husband and says 'and you are not a proper husband because if you were you would have come to tell me first". i was sitting there like a little lost girl sobbing and sobbing i kept saying to her 'pls let me talk' and she wouldn't. i said i have some information and a letter i want to read to you - she said "ii am not interested in your lettert'
with that I got up, grabbed my bag and my hsuband and i walked out. my husband turned around and said 'i hope she doesn't end up in hospital because of this'. my mum turns around and says 'oh well you live your life and we'll live ours".
I got in the car and i was hysterical, sobbing and sobbing so much. i couldn't believe how my mum, my own blood could do this to me.
I phoned my psych and he was shocked to hear what had happened. he spoke to my husband and told him to watch me over the weekend. I came home, took some sleeping tablets and went to sleep.
To this day I will never ever forget how she treated me.
All i ever wanted was a hug, a motherly hug for her to say it's okay you'll be okay but it didn't happen.
so that is part of my story; oh there is more but for now this is too much for me. so i have to stop. tears are rolling god i am so angry i wish i could self harm just to get back at her, show her the scars show her how bad she has been to me
