Thank you. What you said really resonated with me. I’ve also experienced how memory shifts over time, how what once felt like the truth reveals new layers as I grow and feel safer. I see it the same way: not as false memories, but emotionally accurate stories that evolve. My sister and I share a similar perspective on this. She often helps uncover parts I wasn’t ready to face on my own.
My brothers, though, don’t always see it the same way. Their perspective is different, and that adds its own complexity.
I really relate to what you shared about your three sisters. That idea of choosing carefully who to talk to about which truths, recognizing where each person can meet you, that’s something I feel with my own family too. It’s in those careful conversations that we slowly add new layers of understanding as we move through life.
Thank you, specifically for writing about it, but also for normalizing the doubt about the veracity of memory. It’s my opinion that even when we think we are holding the truth, it is simply an emotionally accurate story. I say this because I have rediscovered the “truth” multiple times about the same stories as I have grown and changed: become wiser, safer. That’s what your sister helps you uncover, a more nuanced or better informed version of the story you have been living, accessible to you only now that you can embrace it.
I have three sisters. I must choose carefully which ones I talk to about which truths. there are places they can follow me, places they can lead me, and places they cannot go. It’s different for each of them. So we add little pieces of reunderstanding as we walk through our lives.
To say this is such a poignant, beautifully written article somehow diminishes the gravity of what you experienced as a child. But please know that you are helping many folks who struggle with the "normalcy" of their abuse, and is a validation to trust their memories and the seriousness of what occurred.
Thank you so much for your kind and deeply thoughtful words, and for supporting me with the restack—it truly means a lot. You're absolutely right—so many people struggle with minimizing or questioning their own experiences, especially when the abuse was masked as "normal." If sharing my story helps even one person feel seen or validated, then it’s worth every word. I really appreciate you taking the time to read, reflect, and uplift it with such compassion.
Thank you. What you said really resonated with me. I’ve also experienced how memory shifts over time, how what once felt like the truth reveals new layers as I grow and feel safer. I see it the same way: not as false memories, but emotionally accurate stories that evolve. My sister and I share a similar perspective on this. She often helps uncover parts I wasn’t ready to face on my own.
My brothers, though, don’t always see it the same way. Their perspective is different, and that adds its own complexity.
I really relate to what you shared about your three sisters. That idea of choosing carefully who to talk to about which truths, recognizing where each person can meet you, that’s something I feel with my own family too. It’s in those careful conversations that we slowly add new layers of understanding as we move through life.
Thank you, specifically for writing about it, but also for normalizing the doubt about the veracity of memory. It’s my opinion that even when we think we are holding the truth, it is simply an emotionally accurate story. I say this because I have rediscovered the “truth” multiple times about the same stories as I have grown and changed: become wiser, safer. That’s what your sister helps you uncover, a more nuanced or better informed version of the story you have been living, accessible to you only now that you can embrace it.
I have three sisters. I must choose carefully which ones I talk to about which truths. there are places they can follow me, places they can lead me, and places they cannot go. It’s different for each of them. So we add little pieces of reunderstanding as we walk through our lives.
To say this is such a poignant, beautifully written article somehow diminishes the gravity of what you experienced as a child. But please know that you are helping many folks who struggle with the "normalcy" of their abuse, and is a validation to trust their memories and the seriousness of what occurred.
Thank you so much for your kind and deeply thoughtful words, and for supporting me with the restack—it truly means a lot. You're absolutely right—so many people struggle with minimizing or questioning their own experiences, especially when the abuse was masked as "normal." If sharing my story helps even one person feel seen or validated, then it’s worth every word. I really appreciate you taking the time to read, reflect, and uplift it with such compassion.
Let the healing begin!
Yes!👏