Hello all,
I empathize with everyone here dealing with child abuse.
I'm 34, married, with a daughter.
Lately I've had some memories kind of bubble to the surface about my childhood. I was always an angry and lonely kid. By the time I was 8 years old I was competing with 4 sibling for any kind of attention from my parents. My dad worked all the time to support a family of 7, and my mother had bipolar disorder all along. She was not diagnosed until I was about 20.
There was not much love, attention, or affection in my household. Lots of screaming and sadness. My mother's attitude was "My life and and my problems are so much worse than yours, so don't bother me with your problems."
When I was about 8 or 9 my brothers had a friend named "K", about 12 years old. He would come over and, when no one was looking, corner me in my bedroom and do not-good things to me. Some of these memories are quite graphic. This went on for maybe a year or two. I never told anyone. In a sick way, this was one of the few people that ever paid any attention to me.
So, I find out that this guy "K" is friends with my brother on Facebook. He is married with kids. I felt sick looking seeing his picture, and thinking "I hope he never does to those kids what he did to me."
Should I confront? Should I tell me brother what is "friend" was up to years ago? What do I do with these memories?
In some ways...it's a relief because I now know why I was so angry and lonely during my childhood and adolescence.