I need you to trust me for a moment. This is not a political post, but it might sound like one at first. And it’s rather long. Please, just keep reading. Sadly, once you figure out what I’m actually saying, you’re going to wish it were simply one more diatribe about politicians. You might want to sit down. This is not going to be easy.
Today I marched in Seattle. It was something I had to do. I wanted to make it clear that I am watching the actions of the new administration and I will not be afraid to stand and speak up for those whose voices are not always easy to hear.
For my entire life, I’ve wondered what I would have done had I lived through times of past turbulence. Would I have spoken up or would I have remained silent?
What if I found myself in an abusive relationship or if someone hurt my child in an unimaginable way? Would I tearfully accept his apologies and wait around to see if he would do it again? Or, would I get the hell out?
Even when you think you know how you would react, even when it seems obvious what you must do, until you are tested, you don’t really know.
Now I know.
I don’t sit around and wait. I act. Immediately.
Last May, my son was molested by someone we knew. It happened once. He told me about it within hours. Minutes later, we went to the police. We have not seen or spoken to the perpetrator again. Next month, we will testify in court.
Immediately after it happened, my son began telling people about the crime without hesitation. Somehow, with the infinite wisdom of a child, he knew it was the path to healing. I told my closest friends and family, but I didn’t yet grasp that the only way to regain power over the unimaginable was to speak freely.
This is not our fault.
This is not our shame.
We will not remain silent.
Someone I care about deeply asked me to tell as few people as possible. At the time, it angered me. It saddened me. I knew she was making the request because she was ashamed of his actions. She didn’t want anyone to know he had done this terrible thing. Honestly, despite the evidence against him, I’m not sure that she believes he did molest my son. If she is reading this post, I want her to know that I feel her pain, but I will not remain silent. He is not the victim. He is the one who caused this chaos, this horror, in the first place. He did this. And while I am certainly a victim of his betrayal, my son is the real victim here. But, neither of us will bear the burden of his shame. I hope that she understands that she doesn’t have to either.
This is not our fault. This is not our shame. We will not remain silent.
I don’t know why he did this, but I do know it doesn’t matter. Not even a little. It’s done. He did it. And it’s so overwhelming and enormous that we will never be able to forget it. At this point, eight months in, I can push it aside for a mere hour or two. And that’s only if I am thoroughly distracted. I hope that, in time, it will lessen in impact and intensity. That I will someday manage to go an entire day without it slipping its skeletal fingers around my throat and stealing away my breath. That my son will be able to forgo the nightmares and intrusive thoughts that slither around unchecked, poisoning his brain when he’s least expecting them.
Until then, this man is the monster hiding under my bed. And he is definitely the monster hiding under my son’s. With his actions he taught us that there is no such thing as a safe place. That even in our own home, the very place we should feel the most secure and protected, we are at risk. He taught us that, even in our own group of loved ones, there are people who should not be trusted.
It is with great sadness that I share this with you. It happened. It happened to my son. It happened to me. Please trust me when I tell you that, no matter how much you want to believe it cannot happen to you, we are living proof that you are wrong.
In the months following the molestation, I have shared our story with 20–25 friends and family members. One-third of them have a personal link to sexual abuse. One third. Some were abused as children, some have a child who was abused, and the rest have a close friend or family member who has been molested. All, but one, were children. Every single one of them knew their abuser well. Neighbors, priests, relatives, friends.
This is not our fault. This is not our shame. We will not remain silent.
We cannot stand by, silent and inactive while there are other children who need us to protect them from the monsters under their beds.
I will stand. I will speak. I will act.
I will not hide in the dark, cowering behind a barred door or shaking in fear every time I hear someone approaching my fortress of walls. Instead, I will rise up and stand in the brilliance of the mid-day sun while I howl the truth to the heavens. I will not give up. I will repeat these words as many times as I must until I am heard. Until the entire world is listening.
This is not our fault. This is not our shame. We will not remain silent.
I will not be silenced.
HI Karie,
I want to applaud you for your thoughtful post on sexual assault. Your story is sadly not unique, but you were able to make it meaningful to someone “in the business.”
I happened to run across your protest photo online and my agency (The Center for Sexual Assault Crisis Counseling and Education, in Stamford, CT http://www.thecenter-ct.org) would like to use it for a fundraising campaign we have coming up march 1. Please contact me and let me know what you’d like us to do.
Dearest Karie. My heart beats in rhythm with yours. Every ache felt …I feel it too in mine own, every joy stirs a vibrato within me. Listen, you can hear them …so many hearts beating in unison with your own. You have power…you have worth….you have an army surrounding you with love, prayers and the promise of joyous victory and peace that will eventually come.
Thank you, Aunt Jeanne. It’s been pretty rough, but things are slowly getting better for us. And, as I’ve said in other comments, it’s because we have so many people like you standing with us. Love you!
The love and support you and your son have shared over this horrific betrayal of trust shines as a beacon on the path of your healing together. Both of you stand for all those shattered by indecent acts. Your voices must be heard! By speaking out you change the future for yourselves, but also for others who need your bravery, your humanity, your voice, your love, your action. Your strength and perceptions of changing the narrative are right on! “This is not our fault. This is not our shame. We will not remain silent!” Those of us who love you both so dearly must also follow your lead and your mantra, “This is not our fault. This is not our shame. We will not remain silent!” Thank you dear one for speaking so clearly and eloquently. Prayers of love, healing, protection, and blessings enfold you both forever.
Where would I be without you, Mom? I love you! Completely. And, you’re right, it is time for us all to speak up. Thank you!
I love you!
I love your son!
I am SO incredibly sad, angry, furious, devastated that this happened to you, but you are both shining examples of the type of advocates we need more of! Thank you for being the voice for those that can’t speak for themselves!
I love you too, Kerri! We are so lucky to have so many people who care about us and are helping us heal!
You are so brave to write this not only for you but for your son too! I’m so sorry that this has happened to you, your words will help & heal so many. Love you both so much <3
Thank you, Missy. I love you too and am so thankful for your support!
Well spoken Karie! This is something that you and your son needed to express. I know how difficult writing about this horrific crime must have been for you, but I truly believe this is the path needed for both of you to help in the healing process. I have never doubted your strength or your resolve to stand up for yourself, for your son or anyone else that you felt needed your voice.
This was definitely not your son’s fault or yours! It is not your son’s or your shame! This needed to be shared not silenced!
We all know who’s fault and shame this belongs to!
Hopefully it will help others to be aware and take immediate action as you so bravely did.
I’m so proud of you and your son!
I love you both!
Dad
We would never have made it this far without your love, strength and support. Thank you. Beyond words, I love you!
This was heart-wrenching Karie. You are both so brave. I love that your relationship was so open that your son told you about it within hours. Speaking out is cathartic and healing and it’s amazing that he knew this instinctively. It takes away the feeling of being helpless I’m sure. Your decision to act without hesitating was the right one. It’s just my observation but I don’t think people with this problem are ever “cured”. You were so wise to remove your son from harm. I love your mantra, “This is not our fault, this is not our shame, we will not be silent.” BRAVO!! Please know how much you are both admired and so loved. We will be holding you in our thoughts and prayers.
All our love to you both,
Uncle Pat & Aunt Judy
Thank you Aunt Judy and Uncle Pat. I truly appreciate your words, your support, and your prayers. We have come a long way in the past eight months, but we’re not done yet. The support of all of you is what is helping us recover and move forward. I love you!
Watching your child suffer from such an unspeakable violation perpetrated by someone in a position of trustful authority must’ve ripped your heart out. Writing this must’ve caused you to relive it more intensely…although from the sounds of it you relive it multiple times per day. Maybe even per hour sometimes. To feel powerless like this is so foreign to strong women like yourself it must be overwhelmingly maddening. To not be able to undo it. To not cause him the same degree of harm. To not undo his whole world the way he’s undone yours and your baby boy’s. But no revenge would come close to making you feel better i’m sure. You are in momma bear protecting her cub mode. Carry that into court and may justice prevail. I love you more than you know. All my love ❤️
Thank you, Amy. I no longer feel as powerless as I did even a month ago. I am healing. My son is healing. We have so many people who love us and want to help us recover. I am eternally grateful for all of you. I love you too!