And of course, it is, except to me.
Nothing is so despised thruout our world as incest.
It is an offense to the idea of family, of social contracts, and simple human decency. Thus the secrets we all know so well prevail, and we operate as though the secrets, and the havoc unveiling the secrets will bring, are so much more important than any of us finally allowing ourselves to feel anything. Until last year, when I felt the rage, and desire for revenge, which I had always resisted feeling, because good girls don't seek revenge, they just endure the abuse and the shame and the loss of self. If I am not human, I can not possibly feel. My dissociative states are not psychotic, nor a danger to anyone.