I don't get it when family members don't intervene. Like, growing up my paternal grandparents HAD to know what their son was doing to me and my siblings. And they just...turned a blind eye? Made excuses? Allegedly used their family ties and influence in our small town to get the allegations covered up so their son could keep partial custody of us kids. He lived in their basement and we (children) were not allowed upstairs without express permission when we were court mandated to be there every weekend.
Did they not believe it happened? Refused to? Or did they know and chose to keep us with a man they knew would harm us in terrible ways?
Sometimes I don't know how I feel about them. I feel like raging, wishing I could know the answer to Why they let it happen. They're dead now. But I wish I knew why.
One time I was on the topic of if I was an aunt, and I learned my nieces/nephews were being abused, fuck yes I would intervene. I don't care if the adult is family or if it would cause issues or make the family look bad. The person I talked with said it wouldn't be any of my business. Fuck that, if I have the capacity to prevent a child from feeling what I did, I'd do it.
It's a hurt that lasts and twists. I haven't spoken to my biological father in years. My aunt, his sister, one time said to me, "I can't imagine what someone would have to do to be completely cut off like you've done to him". I wanted to tell her, she told me not to. I felt the rage then too.
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