As a child, I did not understand what my father was doing.
I had no one to talk to about it, so my language was internalized.
Please be aware of this before entering this forum.
Turning others into parental figures and expecting to be taken care of was a way of survival.
I continuously sought the approval of others.
I wonder whether growing up in that small town with that huge secret would have been easier if, as today, there had been a range of support available both online and off.
During the summer she would tan topless on our deck.
I would sometimes awaken in the night, screaming for my father to leave me alone.