I don’t even know when or where that gift originated. How far back I would need to go, to see how that one gift could have so much impact. Did it start with the sexual abuse, or was it the day he put his eyes on me and saw the answer to his sick, predatory sexual needs? Or was it the day I was conceived, the day I was born? Maybe this didn’t start with me. It all might have originated decades ago, generations ago…
And here we are now. Still experiencing the generosity that one gift brought. One could wonder if it really could be put down to one single gift, event, action or inaction, that resulted in generations of build up and passing on. How it now has grown to this enormous, undeniable plague that will not be ignored, put down or shoved under the rug untill it is dealt with. Untill I take on that task and fully deal with it.
So yes, I believe that for me, when I was able to physically notice this oh so generous gift, was the moment I was conceived. When I took my first breath in an environment that was as the most fertile grounds for that gift, is when the giving started to take on more shape. Small gifts were dropped here and there till one of the biggest of all was presented to me, that so called father, the one that thought sex with me was the answer, Frank Meijer. In a way his gift was another one on itself, one that would only strengthen what was already passed on by my ancestors.
The gift that keeps on giving…seeing it as such only confirms that for many decades people have denied its existence. And now that it has reached me, it has become such a grave and ugly gift to unwrap. Dysfunction within families is what kept it growing and giving. But it stops here, I no longer wish to receive any of its gifts, nor do I wish this for the generations to come. I am working my hardest to make an end to this madness. Maybe that was my task all along, make it stop or die trying…