I never questioned

I never questioned the incest or prostitution. It was always just the normal way of life for me and within a family that approved of it.

At 60, looking back, after thirty years of therapy, I can see it now. And it makes me so sad. That was normal for me. Sexual acts with my father, grandmother and strange men.

I never asked why me? Or how can I make this stop? My parents had taught me this. I believed them. It happened multiple times every week. Why would I ever question it?