In honor of my healing journey and lots of thinky thoughts because it is Pride month and I have been thinking about my safety a lot, I am going to say something extremely bluntly and it will make people uncomfortable. I wonât apologize for it or remove it so deal.
I was sexually, emotionally, and physically abused by my brother, Shane Sheridan, from a young age until I moved out of my motherâs house when I was 19 years old. I repeat: I was raped, beaten, and emotionally manipulated by Shane for nearly a decade.
Was he the only person who abused me? No. Was he the only person that I knew who abused me? Also no. But his is the one that has stuck with me like a filthy parasite.
Iâm gonna rant next but before I do that, hear this: if any of you keep him in your life after learning this, take me out of it. I donât want to be around people who support someone who has done so much damage to my life that I am still repairing it over a decade later.
I know 98% of my family is already a lost cause. I love yâall, but I donât feel safe with you. You have placed your comfortability above my safety since learning about this (also about a decade ago) and I wonât keep pushing myself to try and skip past the missing stair because you forgave something that wasnât yours to forgive.
I hope everyone who has learned of this and chosen to still care for and support him feels filthy inside. I hope this knowledge haunts you and keeps you up at night. I hope you look at him and know that he has done so much damage that there are people in the world who still have nightmares because of him. I want you to sit with that. I want you to live with that.
He forgave himself for what he did. I never will.
Shane, if you see this, burn in hell. Itâs where you belong.











