I dread Mother’s Day for many reasons. It is supposed to be a day of celebration for the life of the woman who brought you into the world.
It is not that for me. My mom was one of my principal abusers. Not only did she sexually abuse me, but she also emotionally abused me, which set me up for a life of self-doubt, self-loathing and low self-esteem.
Mothers are supposed to care for you unconditionally and keep you safe. My mom did neither. Knowing about the sexual abuse came to me as an adult through a repressed memory.Read more on themighty.com