That's what we're singing now in closing. My shaking for years as I remembered those events in my forties and the long, dark underworld that was my childhood. Losing my brothers over the lawsuit and public exposure of our family secrets. My own six children ravaged by my not reckoning sooner with my childhood trauma. My husband and I missing each other because I put up lead inside my body to keep everyone out.
Child abuse does happen.
So does denial. My father is 79 years old and sober now. He entered treatment the night he was served the lawsuit papers rather than kill himself. It was his first step into truth. It had been sixteen years.