Tyra told my mom everything I said. My mom called me to tell me she wants to go see a mediator because I am lying about her and she wants to get the story straight. She swears up and down I was not molested when I was little.
I feel like I am losing my mind. I’m crying. I screamed at her on the phone that she has no fucking right to tell me I wasn’t sexually assaulted. This is my body. These are my memories. How fucking dare she lie to my face. I am shaking and so upset I can barely breathe. But I have to drive in 40 minutes to see my therapist so I can’t do anything to help me calm down.
I want her out of my head. I called Tyra and said that if she ever does anything again to cause my mother to call me and harass me that I am done and she will never hear from me again.
Your mother is lost in her own denial and storytelling. And man does that suck, but you’re stronger and more aware then that. I’m so sorry she’s harassing you with this again, and I hope you can manage to eventually retain a relationship with Tyra despite it, once she finds her way out (and it’s sounded like she’s looking for that).
However – You are flat out amazing. Listening to you, through your anger and tears, tell Shanna calmly that this wasn’t about her, someone called and upset you, she’s wonderful and you love her – *that* is breaking the cycle, and that is amazing and wonderful and stronger then most people could even hope to be.
I love you.
Call your therapist and ask to do today via the phone. Or is there someone anywhere near you who could drive you? Because I do not want you on the road.
Note, I trust you to drive carefully and such, but I just know that if you go driving anywhere feeling like you do now that something’s going to happen. Not your fault in anyway, but you’re already upset and your reaction will look bad and be a huge hassle.
Why can your mother call you?
My friend is here and she will drive.
Thank you!
(((hugs))) I had to disown my sister for almost the same exact reasons. And my therapist said it was the best decision I made for my own mental health.
I’m so sorry, Krissy. I’m glad there’s someone there to drive you to therapy.
Jesus-fuck! I so wish you didn’t have to deal with this load of… I don’t even know what to call it.
(hugs)
Ugh!
(who is Tyra?)
The niece.
Oh wow. I’d assumed Tyra was the sister.
Nothing to add but hang in there.