Today I have a friend coming over. A good friend that I haven’t seen in about two years. He knows about my experiences with Domestic Violence. He doesn’t know the fine details, but he’s aware of what my father did. He has no idea about my blog, the abuse, my mental issues, anything. All he knows is I had a tough childhood. Why do we have to keep everything a secret?
Why are our ‘secrets’ considered embarrassing? Why are we protecting our abusers? What’s wrong with a good ol’ public hanging?
We say we are more civilized compared to the middle ages. But really? Nowadays everything happens behind closed doors. And on top of that, victims aren’t supposed to talk about it.
@ArabCSA said he confronted his mother with the abuse. She blamed him for it. I recently confronted my father with my mental issues, he blamed it on heritage. As if it was out of his control.
Why are we being judged for what others did to us?
I know it’s hypocrite for me to talk, since I’m here as Prozacblogger being 50% anonymous. I’m afraid of getting exposed and be stared at, or even get sued. My father’s a powerful man with good lawyers and I don’t think he’ll mind wiping the floor with me. Besides that, this blog isn’t my personal revenge scheme. Although sometimes I think it should be.
I do intend to step out one day. People have offered me the idea to write a book. Perhaps I’ll do that one day and step out in full colour.
Cause I am getting tired of the hiding. The risk of being judged for what you are. Or even being blamed.
How open are you about your experiences? Does anyone else know besides e.g. your therapist or partner? Why have you made these choices? And if you’re 100% open, how do you handle the judgement and googly eyes?