When you sit across from your younger brother and tell your story of abuse and he says” I didn’t know”, when you tell stories to your mother of your middle school bullying 20 years later and she says “I didn’t know”, when you tell your family of the middle school forum that was about you and epilepsy, and to be “careful” with me and both say “I didn’t know”…. whose fault is it that they didn’t know. The anger I saw in my brother and father’s eyes when I told them of my abuse was heart retching. The look in my mother’s eyes when I told her of the bullying I endured was heartbreaking……. but she then understood my suicide attempt, she understood my solace, and she understood my anguish.
The things you hide from all can end up being inspiring stories for so many. I have learned to share my stories of abuse, bullying, being a military wife, being a woman, to all out there.
Who knew….. it’s not so much of “who knew” as it is for those that need to know. Those that need to know are the ones that will learn from your stories, that will take from your stories your strength, your mistakes, and your answers. Stories pass along trails and tribulations, fear and anguish, strength and fortitude. These are the things you teach other with your past and present……. and give others a future.