The problem with sexual abuse and crimes that are perpetrated by family members is that most of their victims take the responsibility for the action of that member.
This should not be!
I had a dream last night that I was driving in a truck with my father (now deceased) and the other man who helped murder the women in ’68. We all were trying to figure out ways to hide the evidence on the truck we were driving. I was an accomplice, not a witness.
I woke up with that old feeling of guilt trying to creep in. The dream was telling me that I was complicit in the murder, too. That I held a place of involvement in the illegal activity.
“I am not responsible,” I vehemently replied when my eyes opened in the night hours last night. I couldn’t get back to sleep. I prayed again for the millionth time that God would bestow on the true accomplice the desire to confess. Without his confession or the body, I cannot help solve this murder.
G U I L T! Such an ugly sentence for a crime I did not commit.
When I ask myself why I struggle with this, the understanding is not very far away. My father wanted me to feel the weight of that guilt in order to silence me in complicity. In compliance with all of his commands as a child, I was as guilty as he. I think this alleviated some of his own burden; as he’d made me responsible to carry it.
That is – until I showed up on his doorstep and handed the responsibility back to him.
The residual effects remain, that I cannot change, but when they come, I shoo them away after a small dissection, to make sure I’ve learned and healed what I need to.

As a noun, the word guilt means, “the fact of having committed a specified or implied offense or crime.” Most of us can easily agree that we did not commit the crime. However, used as a verb, the word guilt means something very different, “make (someone) feel guilty, especially in order to induce them to do something. Used in a sentence as a verb, “Celeste had been guilted into going by her parents.”
A very odd thing seemed to happen after I’d been guilted via the words meaning as a verb. The word guilt now turned back into a noun and I felt as if I had committed the crime. By my father’s own design, he intended that the force of the word would literally identify me as guilty, as a noun would a person, place or thing.
With everything that is good, I tell myself to remember that I hold no guilt around my abusive past and all the crimes that occurred there. They belong to the perpetrators, not me.
My father put the knife in my hand after he killed that woman and walked me into the bathroom where she laid in the bathtub. If he wasn’t trying to establish guilt in me, what else could it have been?
I will not believe the lies of my past that try to encroach and keep me imprisoned today. I did nothing wrong. God holds me accountable for none of it.

I feel your pain with the nightmares. I’m glad you know that you were never the guilty party as you were a child. Nobody should have done what he did, and I’m glad you were able to tell him and put the guilt right back where it belonged.
Not an easy road for sure. It’s a journey… not a destination. Great to hear from you.
Jodie, my heart breaks whenever I read about the horrors you have been through. I’m happy that you have God who has helped you to survive and come this far. He will continue to carry you. And you were a victim not an accomplice. “But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea” (Mark 9:42).
Thank you. I sincerely appreciate your heart felt words and prayers. Indeed, Jesus has us covered. I wouldn’t want to be the one referenced in that scripture. Xoxoxo
You’re welcome 🙂 Yes, Jesus has us covered.
My heart goes out to you, Jodie! I’m so proud that you’ve found God and that He’s helping you to realize that you were never to blame for what happened to you. Bless you honey!
I’ll take your blessing, thank you! And return those blessings to you.xoxoxoxoxo
xoxo xoxo! 🙂
Your experience was horrific. That you survived is a triumph! <3
I appreciate your vote of confidence! It helps to hear that, truly. And, yes, I more than survived – and fighting back.