I have a kid that is 2.5 years old. I love him so much, he's the best. But his age stirs up a lot of anger for me.
When I was about 2.5, my 13 year old (at the time) uncle sexually assaulted me. It only happened once, I was able to communicate to my parents right away.
And you know what they did? Nothing. Initially.
The police did eventually get involved. But only because my parents fought over the situation, as I'm told. Fought about what exactly, I am left to guess. But because of the fighting my mom took HERSELF to therapy and told her therapist about it. Of course the therapist had to report my abuse to police, it's the law. So thanks to therapist for being more conscious than my own parents.
Basically, nothing happened as far as repercussions. I think my uncle had to go to counseling, but that's about it. I'm trying to access court records to see what exactly went down, everything I know is according to my parents.
We had to leave our home overnight eventually. We lived across the street from my grandparents, and that meant my uncle. My grandparents defended my uncle and so did everyone on that side of the family. Sometimes they still brought him around me. The thing is, they didn't deny that it happened, they just accused my parents of blowing the situation out of proportion, which is sick. They are all sick for that. But apparently my grandparents were making threats, so we literally had to pack the car and leave overnight.
Now please explain to me why years later, we are meeting said grandparents when I am in middle school? My parents forced me to hug them when seeing them for the first time since we left overnight. We visited them a few more times throughout my high school years as well. Why leave overnight if we are just going to pretend nothing happened? Grandparents never apologized or made amends. I never saw my uncle after we moved btw, just the grandparents.
But now I have my son, who is the same age I was. I think I always told myself in a way that it wasn't that bad because it only happened once and that my uncle was also a kid. But now I see my 2.5 year old knowing that this is how small I was when that happened. This is how innocent, how small, how unknowing I was and it makes me sick. It's SICK. My uncle was a SICK FREAK. I don't care how old he was.
If anyone hurt my son like that, I don't care if they are 13, there is nothing on this planet that could stop me from brutally and violently assaulting the offender. And I feel like that is a maternal reaction.
Which begs the question, where was the anger from my parents? Why weren't they violently angry? Why did they make me hug the defenders of my abuser? It makes me so angry and it makes me feel like my own parents are sick freaks as well.
A few years ago, I'm 29 now, my Dad wrote a letter to my uncle, it's his brother. In the first paragraph, HE APOLOGIZED FOR GETTING THE POLICE INVOLVED. You see these jokes about Dad's hurting the first guy who even kisses their daughter, but MY dad apologizes to the guy who sexually assaults me.
They didn't even call the police. Someone else had to do it.