Chels91 wrote:What made it even more confusing was he was a decent, normal dad whenever he wasn’t molesting me. It’s no wonder my mom never suspected a thing. One would never guess what he was doing to me when he had me to himself after seeing how normal he was on the surface. That just made things even more conflicting for me. I would think was he really that bad when he treated me well outside of molesting me? But I know now none of that matters. All that matters is what he did.
Reading this thread has me very emotional; I relate so much.
I didn't remember what my dad did until early last year. It's been a lot to take it.
I am also constantly conflicted with "well he was just a normal parent? I had a normal childhood!"
I’m constantly conflicted. Hate, arousal, shame, pleasure, all at the same time. I worry I’ll never be able to achieve orgasm without replaying the memories I have of being abused.
I relate to this a lot too. I'm really glad I've found this thread; I've not found anyone who relates to this sort of this - it's put me in denial of these memories. I feel happy that I'm not just making it up, but of course that means having to accept something this awful happened.
I find it so difficult to believe that such a thing could've happened to me. It's really hard having to accept that this was my normal as a child.