Mansi - thank you for being brave for everyone out there feeling and suffering what you have been through. My heart is crying so much for you because I knew you when you were struggling with all of the worst of human kind and I couldn't be there for you. I always envied you because of your lovely hair and your excellence in English. How I wished I was you not knowing your fears and your tribulations....I wish I could have done one good thing for you then ...I wish I can do one good thing for you now. Your strength is your beauty and I know those are the genes your daughter will grow up with ...lots of love to you.
Thank you, Shweta. It’s taken a while to fully process that I have shared this out loud. But I feel lighter, knowing it is not my shame to carry, not my guilt to hold. I appreciate your kindness — you couldn’t have known what I was going through … nobody did. I’m grateful to have the opportunity, the wisdom and the courage to unburden myself so many decades later and I hold on to the promise of a safer, happier, more empathetic future for our daughters.
Mansi, thank you for being you and even though I struggled to read your story I appreciate your truthfulness. The main thing victims struggle with, and I am one of them, it's not only the violation itself but the fact of not being believed by the people who are supposed to love and protect you, being called a liar, being blamed for what happened or labelled as the instigator (what you wear, how you present yourself etc) not feeling safe any more within your own body and that nobody has your back so what's the point of telling anyone. It's a very very dark lonely place to be and also opens you up to a whole different level of abuses throughout your life like bullying, narcissistic friendships and violent relationships. You were blessed to find your husband whom you feel safe with, as did I in the end but even now I still have negative thoughts and feelings which seem to come out of nowhere. It is a lifetime struggle but we are still here, they didn't break us and we are strong enough within ourselves to teach our children what is not acceptable under any circumstances no matter who it is, that we are there for them, they are loved and how to stand up for themselves. I'm sending you big hugs. And to all of our little girls inside, of each and every one of us, you are not to blame, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to forgive yourself for. Love and gentle hugs, Sharon xx
Mansi, first of all, thank you for sharing your story. You are very brave to do so. I had similar experiences growing up, but it was with my sister’s ex-husband. It started when I was about 8 and continued into my twenties. I was terrified to speak out and knew I would not be believed. He was our family’s “golden boy ,” a rich doctor. Anyway, I’m glad you were able to learn that it was never your fault. I was able to get some great counseling when I was in my forties and finally able to face the problem. I’m almost 70 now and still have issues pop up from time to time, but I do find art to be so healing. I hope your art and support from the many of us out here will continue to be a comfort to you. Sending hugs!
Sending hugs to you, too, Lydia. I am so sorry for all the ugliness you endured … it must have been a living hell. I don’t think this kind of trauma ever leaves us entirely but I am grateful that we have the strength, the courage, and the unconditional love of a handful of people to make this journey worthwhile.
OMG, Mansi!!! What you've been through, physically & mentally, must have been a living hell. I am a pacifist at my core; however, I'm quite sure that if anyone had done to my daughters what you endured from those pigs in men's clothing, I would have sent them to early graves. What heathens they were. And you didn't deserve one moment of their abuse!! Please accept many long distance hugs from this Mama Bear!
The strength you now exhibit in "daring" to expose their heinous treatment of you is incredibly admirable! You just might be helping another reader to find the nerve to expose her assaulters.
It's hard to imagine how anyone converts this kind of pain, sadness, and betrayal into anything good, but it seems to happen time and again, and here you are and so many in the comments. It really is true that some of the most magnificent life on earth arises after a fire, but oh the losses as it burns. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
Oh Mansi my heart aches and I applaud your strength and courage for doing this and as a result empowering others to stand up and fight these ugly predators. Humans are no so clever and brilliant and advanced as they think they are- these creatures show how lower than basic some men and sad to say women are too. I wish you and others reading your sharing healing and strength. As a little girl in Sri Lanka, I recall being so surprised an ancient man with long white hair - a sarong Johnny as Mum would have called him- a total stranger - put his hands in my underpants. Why? It made no sense and therefore I told no one. As I was the “naughty child” no one would have listened to me anyway. I finally told my parents in my 40’s when my mother was doubting a child who accused her father of molesting her. I was so angry and told Mum that it’s people like her who make it possible for abusers to abuse. The whole dining table was aghast in shock as I explained what happened to me. Dad was sad I never told them. I responded with “ see how you are reacting to this other child? Can you see? You made it possible!” My parents had to deal with their own guilt. I was angry, so angry.
I guess that is why I am so involved in rescuing the voiceless, as an adult. I want to be their voice.
Sending you love and hugs gorgeous, all the way from Sydney, Australia. You are a winner and an overcomer. Go you xxxx
Mansi - thank you for being brave for everyone out there feeling and suffering what you have been through. My heart is crying so much for you because I knew you when you were struggling with all of the worst of human kind and I couldn't be there for you. I always envied you because of your lovely hair and your excellence in English. How I wished I was you not knowing your fears and your tribulations....I wish I could have done one good thing for you then ...I wish I can do one good thing for you now. Your strength is your beauty and I know those are the genes your daughter will grow up with ...lots of love to you.
Thank you, Shweta. It’s taken a while to fully process that I have shared this out loud. But I feel lighter, knowing it is not my shame to carry, not my guilt to hold. I appreciate your kindness — you couldn’t have known what I was going through … nobody did. I’m grateful to have the opportunity, the wisdom and the courage to unburden myself so many decades later and I hold on to the promise of a safer, happier, more empathetic future for our daughters.
Mansi, thank you for being you and even though I struggled to read your story I appreciate your truthfulness. The main thing victims struggle with, and I am one of them, it's not only the violation itself but the fact of not being believed by the people who are supposed to love and protect you, being called a liar, being blamed for what happened or labelled as the instigator (what you wear, how you present yourself etc) not feeling safe any more within your own body and that nobody has your back so what's the point of telling anyone. It's a very very dark lonely place to be and also opens you up to a whole different level of abuses throughout your life like bullying, narcissistic friendships and violent relationships. You were blessed to find your husband whom you feel safe with, as did I in the end but even now I still have negative thoughts and feelings which seem to come out of nowhere. It is a lifetime struggle but we are still here, they didn't break us and we are strong enough within ourselves to teach our children what is not acceptable under any circumstances no matter who it is, that we are there for them, they are loved and how to stand up for themselves. I'm sending you big hugs. And to all of our little girls inside, of each and every one of us, you are not to blame, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to forgive yourself for. Love and gentle hugs, Sharon xx
Thank you, Sharon. I receive your love and hugs with grace and send you some back with tears for our past and hope for our children’s future.
Mansi, first of all, thank you for sharing your story. You are very brave to do so. I had similar experiences growing up, but it was with my sister’s ex-husband. It started when I was about 8 and continued into my twenties. I was terrified to speak out and knew I would not be believed. He was our family’s “golden boy ,” a rich doctor. Anyway, I’m glad you were able to learn that it was never your fault. I was able to get some great counseling when I was in my forties and finally able to face the problem. I’m almost 70 now and still have issues pop up from time to time, but I do find art to be so healing. I hope your art and support from the many of us out here will continue to be a comfort to you. Sending hugs!
Sending hugs to you, too, Lydia. I am so sorry for all the ugliness you endured … it must have been a living hell. I don’t think this kind of trauma ever leaves us entirely but I am grateful that we have the strength, the courage, and the unconditional love of a handful of people to make this journey worthwhile.
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OMG, Mansi!!! What you've been through, physically & mentally, must have been a living hell. I am a pacifist at my core; however, I'm quite sure that if anyone had done to my daughters what you endured from those pigs in men's clothing, I would have sent them to early graves. What heathens they were. And you didn't deserve one moment of their abuse!! Please accept many long distance hugs from this Mama Bear!
The strength you now exhibit in "daring" to expose their heinous treatment of you is incredibly admirable! You just might be helping another reader to find the nerve to expose her assaulters.
Thank you, Mama Bear! I needed that!
It's hard to imagine how anyone converts this kind of pain, sadness, and betrayal into anything good, but it seems to happen time and again, and here you are and so many in the comments. It really is true that some of the most magnificent life on earth arises after a fire, but oh the losses as it burns. Thank you, and I'm sorry.
Oh Mansi my heart aches and I applaud your strength and courage for doing this and as a result empowering others to stand up and fight these ugly predators. Humans are no so clever and brilliant and advanced as they think they are- these creatures show how lower than basic some men and sad to say women are too. I wish you and others reading your sharing healing and strength. As a little girl in Sri Lanka, I recall being so surprised an ancient man with long white hair - a sarong Johnny as Mum would have called him- a total stranger - put his hands in my underpants. Why? It made no sense and therefore I told no one. As I was the “naughty child” no one would have listened to me anyway. I finally told my parents in my 40’s when my mother was doubting a child who accused her father of molesting her. I was so angry and told Mum that it’s people like her who make it possible for abusers to abuse. The whole dining table was aghast in shock as I explained what happened to me. Dad was sad I never told them. I responded with “ see how you are reacting to this other child? Can you see? You made it possible!” My parents had to deal with their own guilt. I was angry, so angry.
I guess that is why I am so involved in rescuing the voiceless, as an adult. I want to be their voice.
Sending you love and hugs gorgeous, all the way from Sydney, Australia. You are a winner and an overcomer. Go you xxxx