my mother, who is a survivor herself didn't believe me when I told her about the CSA some years ago. Later I thought she believed me. Because she was attending survivor groups and all kinds of stuff. Then, about 2 years ago, I talked to her and realizzed that she still doesn't believe it. She demands to know *physical* details *puke!!!!!!* to prove it.
That was the moment when I decided I can't have a good relationship with her, ever.
There are so many things that I thought only happened to me. But as I continue to read posts I realize that maybe few things were unique.
My mother was also a survivor. She did not believe me.
She told me *it did not happen and
*she would have known if it did, because of what she went through, so it didn't
*if I really knew what it was like to be r****, I never would have said this.
*she wanted the details too and used them to refute my story (he didn't do that,
he doesn't like to do that)
She told social services I was lying and making a false report, that I was jealous of my stepfather. Sadly they believed her. With no evidence, it was hard to "prove". No evidence I was a liar either, but easier to believe that it was just teen angst.
It makes it really hard to tell folks what happened. I always expect that no one will believe me. I know in my head it's not true, but my heart is too afraid.
So sorry that so many people have been through this. It makes me sad.