People who experience childhood abuse are often told as adults that they should “get over it”, and “it’s in the past.” Today, I realized why this attitude is so faulty. I’ll give some background on myself before explaining the faulty logic.

I was sexually abused as a child, for a long time. It started before I even have real memories, and didn’t end until I finally told someone (without even realizing the gravity of the situation) when I was 13. The perpetrator was a close male relative. On top of the sexual abuse, my siblings (mostly my older sibling) and I were also physically abused. We were beaten for mild transgressions, slapped, and my sibling on one occasion had a plastic plate broken over their head. For me personally, nothing I did was ever good enough, and I basically existed solely to serve the needs of the household. I was to do what I was told with no question, whether it was rubbing the feet of my female guardian/family member, fetching tea for whichever adult commanded it, or satisfying the sexual desires of the male family member who was abusing me. Getting less than an A in any class in school was grounds for a “spanking” (re: beating), and “I don’t know” was not a valid answer for anything, even if that was the actual response, and I really did not know.

I became a pathological liar as a child, and remained so for a long time, because lying was the only chance I had of not being punished. Sure, I’d frequently be found out, because most children are abysmal liars, but if I told the truth, it was usually a guaranteed beating, so I took the chance of lying. I also had kleptomaniac tendencies for a long time. I’m not 100% sure what that was about.

Our bedroom had two bunk beds, which should have been more than enough for three children, but my female guardian kept a lot of her belongings in our bedroom, so a lot of our belongings ended up on the beds. This meant that I very rarely got to sleep on a bed. I would usually sleep on the couch in the living room, or in a small space between the wall and the bed in my female guardian’s room. Whenever I was sent into her room during the day to fetch something, or put something away, I would usually steal moments of comfort just lying on the bed. I couldn’t take too long though, or I would get into trouble.

Naturally, as a result of the various expectations and abuse, I developed a very people-pleasing personality. I became terrified of upsetting anyone for any reason, and developed the idea that I was worth very little (if anything) beyond what I could give to other people to please them.

My siblings and I were fortunate enough to escape this as adolescents. I can only imagine that things would have gotten worse if we had stayed with that family. The way that we had been raised, however, continued to have lasting effects on our lives. I began doing poorly in school, because I had never been taught how to hold myself accountable; I was accountable to the belt/switch/spoon/whatever that would pepper my backside if I didn’t do my homework. I was motivated by punishment, not by any sense of doing the right thing.

I became sexually promiscuous. Remember, I had been sexually abused since before I could even remember; no one sat me down to explain to me why the abuse that I had been through was bad, they just said that it was. I thought that I was worth pretty much nothing beyond how I could satisfy the needs and desires of others, including men. No one took the time to correct that notion, or teach me any different.

Ever since I escaped the abuse, I have spent my entire life living with the result of it. I have hated myself; I have been sexually promiscuous (including cheating on multiple partners); I have been unable to motivate myself to do anything that wasn’t for the benefit of someone else, because in my most important years, I was taught that I did not matter.

Now remember that I started this post by mentioning the “get over it; it’s in the past” sentiment that is a popular line to throw at people who went through childhood abuse of any kind. To those who think like that, I’d like to know: when did you learn how to write? to do math? to speak, and read? to make friends, and interact with other people? When did you learn the difference between right and wrong?

These are things that you learn as a child, and you spend the rest of your life honing. Imagine that when you are taught to do math, that you are taught that the value of 3, is really 5. Imagine that from your earliest memories, right up until you’re in middle school, or high school, or even until you turn eighteen, that you are taught that 3 equals 5. And not only is that the lesson that you are taught, but it is backed up by physical beatings if you even suggest that you have doubts about it. In your reality, 3 equals 5, full stop.

Now imagine that you finally get out into the world, and people take advantage of the fact that you believe that 3 equals 5. Employers pay you $3, because you believe that you’re making $5. Lenders give you $30, knowing that you believe they’re giving you $50. At this point, no one has explained to you that 3 does not equal 5, so why did you ever have reason to stop believing it?

But then you realize that things are not adding up. You’re unable to pay bills, and you realize that your employer has been shorting you. All around you, you see signs that 3 may not actually equal 5. Now imagine that you have this epiphany, so you go to someone you trust. A parent, a friend, a coworker. And you express to them that you think you may have a problem, because you believe this thing that you are becoming more and more certain is not true. You explain to them that you were taught and conditioned to believe that 3 equals 5. And now you realize that 3 does not in fact equal 5, but you’re having a hard time breaking your mindset and adjusting to the fact that 3 actually equals 3. Now; imagine, that instead of being supportive and helping you out; instead of giving you perhaps some tricks that might help you to remember that 3 equals 3; instead of doing that, this trusted person rolls their eyes and says “Of course 3 equals 3. Everyone knows that. I understand that you were taught something different, but you’re in the real world now, and you really need to just get over it.”

Doesn’t work, does it?

Childhood abuse often happens during the most valuable stage in a child’s development. The stage when they are most malleable, most susceptible to the teachings of the adults in their lives. The longer the abuse goes on, and the earlier it starts, the more ingrained in a child’s head those beliefs become. And the real world is cruel. It takes advantage of those beliefs, leading that child to become an adult who ends up making poor decisions based on the things that they were taught.

The saddest part is that some people never leave that stage of being taken advantage of. They never realize that the things that they were taught are wrong, and reprehensible. For those of us who do make it out of that stage, it’s hard. We have to not only work out what we were taught that is wrong, but now we also have to deal with the shame of having made so many bad decisions before we even got to this point. And now we have to break the muscle memory, and completely rewire our brains, and that is exhausting. It takes so much mental and emotional effort just to make it through the day, and making mistakes when you’re tired is one of the universal truths of being human; something that I don’t think I know a single person who doesn’t relate to that.

Childhood abuse follows you through the rest of your life. You don’t have to let it control your life, but understanding where you came from, and how it affected your life and your decisions up until the point where you realized that there was a problem, that is incredibly important. You can’t fix an issue if you don’t know what the actual issue is, and working with broken tools (like a mind molded from abuse) is a legitimate excuse for not always being on top of things. You can’t break a hammer, and then tell the person with a nail that needs driving that “the hammer breaking happened yesterday; you need to let go and move on, and just drive that nail.” Okay, but a hammer is kinda crucial to driving the nail, so…

  1. orangetree 2 years ago

    Childhood abuse is something that is so difficult to work through. It isn’t until recent months that I’ve disclosed my own experiences to a professional. I haven’t told them any details, only that it happened. Reading this there was no chance that I wasn’t going to cry but I needed to read it. Needed to see what happened to someone else and if they made it out.

    Thank you for writing this. I’m so sorry that you lived through what you did. And I’m even sorrier that someone dared to suggest you “get over it because it’s in the past.”

    In my experience, abuse is not something that ever goes away. It leaves real and deep scars in your mind. I’m afraid of healing them because I know first I have to confront what I’ve been through. But reading this made me feel that maybe one day I can speak about my own abuse so concisely. So eloquently. To allow myself to feel the pain that came with it instead of blaming myself for it, and despising myself for the way it affects me to this day.

    I hope one day I can heal enough to grow into a person of my own. With worth of my own. Thank you a million times for writing this. And I hope you keep healing too.

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      rainbowarcher 1 year ago

      I took a long time to reply to this, and I apologize. I hope that you are able to heal from the things you’ve been through. I’m still working on myself, and I think that many people in our situation spend their lives trying to heal.

      You are absolutely right that this sort of upbringing is never truly something that goes away. I still have deep-seated issues that I’m working through, and I have the benefit of therapy and some close friends who have helped me deal with the trauma that I didn’t even know I still had. Not everyone has that benefit, so I’m glad that this community exists.

      If you ever need an ear, I am open. And this invitation goes out to anyone who has dealt with sexual abuse as a child. My email is [email protected]. I’m not a licensed therapist, or counselor, just someone who has been through it, and who wants to help others in similar situations. I hope that everyone who has been through this can find support and ways to mend the rips that were so carelessly ripped into the fabric of our lives.

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  2. danr 1 year ago

    I hope it is okay to respond “trigger warning” sex abuse and childhood abuse trauma.
    I don’t know how helpful going into the specifics of abuse would be so I won’t focus on that part right off. What I wanted to say was it is correct what others said, it does not go away. I at least had an example. My grandmother was telling me when I was very young that she was given in marriage to an older man when she was ten years old. She said she was still playing with dolls and he had given her cloth to make doll clothes – yet she was married. From the tears and her shaking hands I gather he took her innocence as a child. Not unlike my father molesting my sister at about eleven years old or my wife’s father molesting her at six years old. I was not molested but was horribly physically abused to the point where at nine years old I despaired of life. I was ready to die. And that feeling never completely goes away. So I can describe it as an undercurrent of sorrow that is prevalent in my emotions. On top of that layer are the relationships with my children, successes in my career, a precious 34 year marriage, 25 years of singing in choir and teaching children church. But it doesn’t go away. The strength diminishes as my focus shifts to so many things I am grateful for. I have to be careful not to focus on heartaches and heartbreaks because they take me back to not wanting to live. I know I will carry the effects of abuse always. Sometimes I withdraw into my shell. I’m careful. When I was uploading pictures onto a website or writing an autobiography (for healing) I remained cognizant I was entering an emotional minefield. Focus on the good, take care entering a minefield. Hugs and loves my friends.

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