Thanks for the comments! This is really helpful stuff!
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I think your children should definitely know at some point what happened to you.
Telling them would depend on maturity level and vulnerability to peers.
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What was done to you can.t be secret on the back burner for ever.
I think you're right. Your post helped me pivot from whether or not to tell them, but to *when* to tell them, and how much to tell.
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My 14 year old is a lot more mature than my 12 year old. Some days, my 12 year seems less mature than she was a year ago. She's going through some stuff. Your post helped me think about where they are *now* and what is appropriate *now*, realizing that answer will change over time.
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Seems to me you're asking 2 different questions: 1) how do you handle your story/how much of your story do you share as part of your public identity in offering this instruction, and 2) how do you communicate (if you do at all) and when with your own children about your story, since others will know more than they do if you don't address it with them.
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Clearly you have to do whatever you are comfortable with/seems best for you, but here's my advice:
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1. I would be up front with those you develop this idea/publicize this idea that you are a survivor. I don't think anyone needs specific details, they don't even necessarily need to know who the perpetrator was beyond that you suffered sexual abuse for years and really detached from your body to survive, and yoga helped you re-attach and heal. I think sticking to just that basic info is enough for people to understand that you're not just someone who thought this sounded good but don't know from experience how powerful yoga can really be; you are the real deal, you speak from very personal experience.Â
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ETA one more thing: You said a concern is that being open could be hard for your children. Do you and do they have a relationship with your parents today? I still absolutely feel like it's important that they know more about who you are and how you got to be you, including the abuse and your mom knowing but not preventing... and important that they be able to ask you questions.
Because of the internet, anything I make pubic about myself my children will most likely eventually find out, only they may find out from a different source. The question of how up front to be came up for me when I was writing a one page summary of my own story and explaining *why* yoga is so powerful for healing a disconnect between body and our true selves. I'm having trouble talking about that without being direct. (I'll post some writings later)
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My kids do know my parents. My parents are still married and they live on the other side of the country. We see them about once a year. I have a distant but polite relationship with my father, and my kids know that his behavior when I was a child was such that I do not trust him now -- that they can enjoy being around Grandpa and us going out to dinner, but they've never been allowed to spend the night in his house, go anywhere alone with him, etc.
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I know that my father deeply regrets his actions, but I still don't trust him. He is a failed human being. He is also a frail old man at this point.
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My mother was recently here for a visit, and it amazes me how much denial she still lives in. My kids adore her. She takes them shopping and buys them things.
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My kids know that my parents weren't kind to me, but they don't have any idea of the scope. Having been raised with only GD, to my kids -- spanking is unthinkable. My kids don't know that the abuse was *sexual.*Â I think it's one thing to know that your mother was hit, but to know that she was raped...... by grandpa............
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 Others don't need to know the horrors that the details provide. Even my DH doesn't know a lot of details because I could tell that the things I did tell him burdened him. ....
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I have identified fairly publicly in our current community as a child abuse survivor. It's been cathartic for me in many ways, and it's opened up conversations with people about abuse. I hope that I've been able to help others. I will caution, though, that it's easy for that to become your identity. People want to talk to you about abuse all.the.time. There are a couple of people I avoid because they're always pushing to talk about sexual assault & child abuse, and I just can't always deal with it. (They're talking about politics, not their lives.) When we move next year, I have decided that I will not tell people that I'm a child abuse survivor. I may change my mind eventually, but I really want to be ME and not "a survivor" for a while.
You've put into words something that has been on my mind. I've talked about the details of what happened to me in group therapy for survivors, in private counseling, and most of the details my DH knows. Even with my friends who know, I don't talk about it because I feel it is inappropriate to burden people with that information.
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Yet, at this point, I feel willing to be a little more open with other survivors because I do feel that I have something to offer that could help bring a feeling of relief.
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And I don't want it to be my identity. I'm just me. And I've worked really hard over the years to get to the point of being OK being me. I'm not wanting to go backwards.
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Here is an except from what I was writing about my yoga story:
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When I was a child, my father violently, emotionally, and sexually abused me, and my mother knew but did nothing because of her fear of financial ruin. Yoga is an important part of my healing from that abuse, a way of connecting to my body after years of working at disconnecting, a path to being able to sit quietly with myself.
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As a child, I coped by repeatedly telling myself, “My body isn’t me. The Real Me is deep inside where nobody can ever get to it, nobody can ever hurt it. My body isn’t me.” I used to try to imagine where The Real Me was located. I knew it wasn’t in my head. My head got hit a lot and that never seemed like a safe place to keep anything. I never thought that my thoughts were the real me – they were too out of control, too dark. I knew there was something else.
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 I decided that The Real Me must reside somewhere near my heart. That seemed the safest, the most tucked away, protected part of me. I knew my heart was a muscle that pumped blood, but I felt sure that near that spot was a small place where The Real Me resided, and that it was possible to keep that tiny spot safe. Sometimes when my father was abusing me, I imagined encasing The Real Me in stone: layer after layer of stone to keep some small part of me safe and whole.
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When I had been practicing yoga for awhile and started to learn the philosophy behind it, I was surprised to find parallels between the yogic view and my own intuitive feelings as a child. In yogic teachings, the true self, or Atman, resides near the heart. Getting in touch with and then abiding in that part of ourselves in the goal. The difference lies in seeing the body as the tool, the mechanism to reach that peace. The irony for me in yoga is that by fully inhabiting our bodies, we are able to reside in our true selves. Rather than cutting off from our bodies, we do the opposite and embrace them, and thereby access the highest part of ourselves, or, as I put it as a child, The Real Me.
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This isn't done yet. I still doesn't explain exactly what I want it to.