(This was a question that a friend posed on Facebook)
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I’m trying to embrace the topic of child abuse. Be honest with you, anytime it came up on my Facebook timeline I just scrolled real fast over it.
I didnt want to think about it. I don’t… I still don’t. It’s gross and scary. I don’t like it. Its triggering. And with all of that prior to this experience…. Then having an Entity psychically rape me and call me a child molestor at the same time is uhm… Well I had to sort things out for myself and know who I am.
Brief Back Story: (YES AGAIN) I was like 10 or 12 went to a sleep over. Felt some type way about my friend father coming into the room (didn’t live with men in the house, just my twin and mom at the time). I told my mom. My mom then later brought me in a room with my grand parents and told me to tell them. I did and they all stared at each other and it scared me. And then my grandpa blurted out “ya father molested you!”. So I just cried. I didn’t know what it was but clearly it was bad. No one really explained to me what it was, I just knew it was bad. Sometime later (I have no idea how long), I saw the introduction for Date Line special saying the Children who were molested were more likely to become child molestors. And it was about this young boy who was one. So that SCARED the shit out of me and upset me because I didn’t want to be something bad.
Sometime later I woke up from a bad dream and my mom told me to talk to someone on the phone and it was my dad. And he said he never did anything to me and he missed us and something about sand castles (it was 10 years of never speaking). I just went back to bed.
My father came back into my life and assured me nothing ever happened. My parents quickly got married soon after. They were happy and I was left in angst in trying to accept my father for not being there. I also had to act different because a man was in the house now. … And we moved… It was a lot of change. But I try not to hold on to things too much. I accepted my dad… But my parents ultimately didn’t accept me being queer so they kicked me out right after high school.
When this whole “you’re a child molester” Entity popped up. I honestly for some reason thought it ment my father had did something to me. But I tried to push down this fear that my family was lying to me and trust. My father is a good father. To me “normal” family shit. I worked hard to rebuild our relationship…. One where he hopefully didnt feel like he needed to make up for anything. A friendship.
When this Entity came up again, first with the Goddess Isis and twin flame ex bullshit (which is through out this blog) only to GO RIGHT BACK to the “you’re a child molester”, I know I never in my life hurt a child or even thought about it so….. I thought maybe something did happen to me. I went to some bullshit akashic record psychic lady and she said it did happen only she said it was my dad AND MOM. I’m like Huh?!? So I was upset, but I knew that was impossible. So.
The Entity started saying “You should be GLAD you were molested!” During the thick of my delusions at my job around children. And I was freaking out. So……. I mean the only reason this ever came up again for me was this Entity. Other wise I had made my peace.
When the Entity said that I got on my knees and prayed to God, for my father, for all the men in the world. I prayed so hard for them to see. Every thought about this subject I kept trying to “give it to the angels” cause not only was I presented with this difficult subject, my body was going haywire and my life was spiraling downward (as stated in this blog).
In a way. While I was foretunate to never had been sexually abused as a child…. It is an issue I still had to manage and wade through. Its a trigger. Whether or not I was or wasn’t ….. Its a terrible thing that we have allowed to permeate in our culture. Which leads to the abduction and death of our children. And I think most will agree. And I am sad that my Dad was accused, and even had to think about and kept away from his kids. Me.
Unfortunately, I can’t look away as much as I want to and in the same breath I am rendered helpless because there is really nothing I can do about it. Currently.
Often this subject is link to the LBGT community as most think homosexuality and trangenderism is a mental illness. And because this is linked to sexuality. The freedom for two consenting adults or two consenting young people to love each other, or someone who wants to express their gender in whatever way, is very different than an adult preying on a child, raping or positioning themselves in a place of authority to do so. Its more in the feild of serial killers, sociopaths, racism/ imperialism, and good old fashion patriarchy. It is meant to bring harm to another, while being self serving and self gratifying.
Linking pedophiles to the LGBT community makes no sense.
People are like “oh no if you let LGBT people have rights, then so will pedophiles.”. Honestly pedophiles have more rights than than LGBT which is…………. Insane now that I think of it. Kinda just hit me. Young children are unconsentingly forced to marry some adult…. While LGBT folks can barely walk down the street. Our culture in general supports this behavior as well. (Which I’m not ready to jump down the rabbit hole of culture just yet).
But the question is can you love and accept a rapist and pedophile.
Sadly MY answer is No. I can have compassion for them. I can hope that they one day they see that they are ripping a young persons childhood away. I can hope that one day they will understand what consent ACTUALLY is. I can hope that they understand the physical and psychological pain that they have brought on someone else. I can hope they understand how they have been a vessle for demons to play them and the people around them. I can hope that they realize all of this and become new in mind and spirit.
But how? This is work that needs to be done. But will not happen in this blog. I don’t need to have the answers. Now.
I have no interest in talking to the guy who raped me (even though he contacted me a year or two later to be on some hi how are you shit and harassing me).
But I don’t have to love them, and I definely will never accept this. And I hope that we can do more in our culture and world to change this. So that our children (even though I may never have any) can walk down the street with out fear, play and create a better world than the one we gave them.
Its triggering, it hurts, no one really wants to think about it because its painful, but how do we protect our children? How do we bring this to light and stop looking away in shame?