About

This is the “Home Page” where I am supposed to write about this blog. Hmmmm. I don’t know where to begin, I really don’t. What to write about?About? About what? About me? About my son? About the situation? About the teenage girl who sought him out on the internet? About the issues he had with alcohol? About all the “friends” who disappeared? or who could have stopped what happened? About the silence he kept for over 20 years about how his big brother sexual abused him? These are all reasonable “abouts”. Or are they?

Or how about the judgement you are making as you read this or before you even got this far. Or about the attitude that all sex offenders should be lock up? How about how you, like many, believe that all sex offenders are the same — they are all violent predators waiting for that next little child.

Should I speak about how all of this is not true?   Would you even care?  While I will include some information along our journey, I will not be focusing on that because this is my story – the story of a mother of a sex offender.  I am in no way defending sex offenders actions, only that I now realize their are different types and different kinds, just like any other type of criminal.

While I am not sure what the page title “About” should be about, I will assume it is about why I am writing this blog.  Or About what has happened.  Since I am not sure I can write about what I am going to do or how it ends, I will take the approach of writing about the entire story from the beginning to the end.  We will all see how it ends up together.

I hope as you take this journey with me, you think about the pain, the hurt, the embarrassment and shame and realize their by the grace of God go you.

Remember, these are my opinions and my feelings.  While I can not officially accuse anyone of anything, as I was on the outside looking in now.  I was not directly involved, just directly hurt and destroyed!

Home. Home too is another topic. Home has changed so much since that horrible day I received the phone call at 2 am. Home is where your family is and where your heart is. But mine is so broken. I don’t know how to fix it. I know my son has worked through so much and so hard to create a better life and get through this. He has been a rock. But with that rock comes no emotions that he shows to me anymore. The only emotion I feel from him is angry. I know, at least I think I know, that he is not angry at me, but I am not sure. I know we have a lot to work through and I feel so blessed that we have a home and that we are not being forced to move.

Remember, these are my opinions and my feelings. While I can not officially accuse anyone of anything, as I was on the outside looking in now. I was not directly involved, just directly hurt and destroyed!

Welcome

This is a story about my perspectives, feelings, hurt, knowledge and opinions. While I might not get it right, it comes from my heart, hurt and memory.

Please keep in mind, I have not spoken to anyone about this story, as it is my journey and should not be influenced by others.