This letter is addressed to my incestuous brother, philippe and to my family for the position they chose to adopt upon learning of it.
I have carried the weight of fear, silence and protecting your sorry, worthless, arrogant, self-deluded ass for 20 years directly and indirectly. You have imprinted me with the knowledge, at 14 years old, that trust, is another word in the vocabulary, you used me, destroyed caring, confidence in myself and landed the knowledge that the only value I have is being an object of sexual gratification, it is not an idea I have sitting between my two ears, it is knowledge.
The ramification of consequences not only apply at relationships with men but socially also. I would have wanted the chance of having the self confidence necessary to achieve higher studies and make something of myself had I chosen it. Instead, that same year I was diagnosed epileptic with all the restrictions and the side effects of the medication with entailed reduced faculties, and BTW, the neurologist arrived at the conclusion that the condition was not produced by anything physical (i.e. lesion) but was trigered by an emotional shock! That’s for starters!
At 20 after unsuccessfully being able to keep a job, I started the only job that I thought I could keep and brought a very good income without formal education and served admirably well my vision of life and men in general. I became a stripper and revealed to be good at it, which I did for 15 years. During that time I went through 3 detoxication cures because of substance abuse problems (drugs and alcohol) always having the underlying feeling and not being consciously aware why I felt “beside myself” on a continual basis, and generally feeling angy and that my very existence was worthless.
I felt like a creature, not like a woman who could entertain the idea of having one day a loving husband and perhaps children (which I can’t have because the medication I’m on for my epilepsy has the side effect, for a small percentage of women, to give birth to malformed foetuses, and would you know I happen to be in this percentage.)
I have finally the luck of having a very loving and caring SO who has compassion and patience and that I hate putting through indirectly, lack of trust and bouts of irrational anger. I have spent over $5,000.00 in personnal therapy trying to regain what you have stolen from me! You might think that amount of money is chicken feed and by many standards it isn’t much, in the context of being on medical social welfare ($695.00/month) it IS a lot of money. You remember our last conversation? That you couldn’t afford to pay at least for half of the cost of the therapy and that you told me that I’ve always been weak and that you have moved on. How convenient it must be for a sexual offender to “hapilly” skip along the road of life knowing that the welfare he enjoys out of life is only due because he can AGAIN shield himself behind his probably unsuspecting wife and children. The temptation to bring this to court and have you pay your dues has been great, but I am not angry at your wife and I don’t have proof that you are a threat to your daughter’s safety.
I do not have the luxury of denial contrarily to you and the rest of the family, so I just want you to be aware that the only reason you haven’t been braught to justice is because your wife and children are innocent in this and since I have no proof that you are abusing your daughter, I will not involve Child Protection just to satisfy my wrath. But the instant I so much as have the tinge of a doubt, I will speak up.
I was going to press charges, but my therapist made me realize that in most cases it’s very hard to get a conviction, since these events happened more than 25 years ago.
I am not helpless and naive I am a woman who carries her scars and has very little to lose where you are concerned so consider the implication of my position.
I am moving on however painfully and slowly on the road to recovery. I do not need to be noble about my motives and I do not need to pretend and maintain especially to myself the lie that there is something to salvage that includes my family and how they choose to see me as pitiful, and a social outcast who should be put under the “protection”:rolleyes: of the state.
I don’t need to forgive you, but I need to learn to let go so that the cord can be cut and that I can be free.
I will be changing my last name and cutting all ties with my so-called family.
I just needed to let this out in the open so that I could move on.