{{{{{{{{{{{{Candy}}}}}}}}}}}}} I so feel for you! My mother wasn't my abuser, but she could have stopped it if she'd had the intestinal fortitude to do it. That was a biggie, an unresolved issue I had with her, but I didn't know it until a couple years later when I learned of my abuse.

When she passed, I went bonkers. That's when the anxiety started and then came the depression and all kinds of phobias. She was already dead when all this started and there was no way I could confront her with it. There are still days that I could take her by her fragile shoulders and shake her till her head falls off!

I've said this before and I'll say it again, you NEED to confront her NOW... while she's still alive! Like I had to do, you'll have to come to grips eventually with the fact that you didn't have the mother you were entitled to, the mother you NEEDED as a small child.

I'd say, if you've got a T now, tell her the crisis you're going through. She needs to know and you need to deal with it in a healthy way, Sweety. Do it for yourself... do it for your son!



PS Don't forget I'm here for you!