TRIGGER WARNING: SA

Forgive the rawness of the following:

What I can’t write about is the duality that comes with being the mom of a child molester and the mom of the molested. It hurts my heart space. Makes my chest tight. Sitting here trying to type about not being able to write about it isn’t easy. It’s met with resistance. I want to spill it all out here on these pages, but an unseen force hinders me. Whether that force is from within or from outside remains to be acknowledged. I know it’s not an outside source. It is from within. It is me. My inner mom, my parts, that is the mom—the mom of both. I don’t want to write about how horrible it felt hearing my daughter talk about what happened to her. I don’t want to write about how it felt to listen to my son admit to doing those things and then witness the