Hi,

I am 46 and recently remembered about my grandfathers abuse while I was very ill.

We all have found ways to deal. When I was young I gave him a different face so that he wasn't my grandfather . I could still love that man. When my oldest son who is now 17 was about 2 we were in the grocery store. He was in the cart and I was in a hurry. I came around the isle really fast and ran straight into the face of the man that hurt me. I had no idea at the time why I was so scared of this man. I actually screamed, picked up my son and ran out of the store. I shook violently in the car for 45 min.

That man in the store must have thought I was nuts. Hell, I thought I was nuts. But for some strange reason he was the face I made up.

I am not afraid of the face, my grandfather, or anyone else. Bad stuff happens. We can't fix it.

Be kind to yourself. You didn't do anything wrong, let it go.

Life has so much to offer you, don't worry any longer