I walked right up to my Mom and asked, “Are these bad dreams or just memories?” We talked about it and she said she had suspicions but I never came to her so she dismissed them as her over-vigilance (due to her own childhood abuse.) It wasn’t as easy as I make it sound, of course, it took me years to open up to her and at the time I wouldn’t have if I didn’t feel like I was losing my mind. I NEVER wanted to burden her with my truth, and the fact is, I don’t think she is burdened. She doesn’t blame herself, I asked her recently, actually; she blames my uncle, just like I do.
Another thing my Mom and I did was letters; whenever there was something I needed help with but couldn’t verbalize, I’d stick a sealed envelope under her door with her name on it. She’d read it and approach me about whatever it was when she was ready. I’m VERY fortunate to be so close with my Mom. I believe 100% that stems from her mother’s doing such a shit job. She never wanted to be like that, and luckily for my brothers and I, she’s the opposite.
Your Mom could react in a myriad of ways, the only way to know which one it will be is to talk to her. I wish you the greatest luck in that, whenever you choose to take that leap. It’s a big one, but for me worthwhile. I can only hope and pray the same will be true for you.
Much love and hope!
~Sandy
PS: If therapy or counseling of some kind is available to you, I beg you to take advantage of those services. Having someone to talk to, openly and honestly, without criticism, is the greatest gift a Survivor can give themselves, at least in the beginning stages.








