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Writer's pictureHannah L

I Know You Know

Updated: Jun 18

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of child sexual abuse/assault and rape

To my mother, a letter I must write

With words of truth, piercing through the night

I know you knew, deep down inside

The signs, the whispers, you couldn’t hide


You saw the signs, heard them loud and clear

Perhaps even experienced the fear

Yet you choose to cover it up, to deny

Leaving me with secrets, an unanswered, “why”


The things I knew, at such a tender age

The words I spoke, exhibiting a not so silent rage

Actions with friends that you couldn’t ignore

Promiscuity in teenage years, a pain I bore


No child should bear the weight of such knowing

No innocence should be stripped, without showing

But you belittled me, each time you caught

Instead of seeking help, true healing you never sought


You knew, oh yes, you knew it all

You kept it hidden, behind a protective wall

Afraid of what others might come to see

But in your silence, you failed to set me free


I know more than you think, for healing brings

A flood of memories, like unspoken strings

But in this truth, I find my own strength

A voice to reclaim, no longer at arm’s length


The pain may linger, the scars may remain

But I refuse to let your silence be my bane

For I am breaking free, reclaiming my worth

Unveiling the secrets buried deep in the Earth


So, dear mother, I write this letter true

To bring to light the pain I once knew

No longer will I carry the burden alone

For the truth will be known, and healing will be sown


If you or anyone you know have experienced or are experiencing sexual assault, please click the following links for help and support.







I was raped when I was very young, but that wouldn’t be the only time. Instead of protecting me, seeking help and prosecuting, I got, “You’re a slut, you’re just like your father, what the fuck is wrong with you, stop that, don’t do that, shut the fuck up, dumbass, moron, idiot,” and should I keep going? I consistently felt blamed throughout my life for my father being the way he was, often being compared to him because of my promiscuity, but promiscuity is what I was taught girls do, and I would continue to get that message throughout my entire life.

She accuses me of lying, manipulating, and being off my medications, but I believe she just wanted me to be doped up and numb, hoping I would never remember what happened when I was young. My consistent behavior showed that something was wrong, but I didn’t understand until now.

Her typical response of being a slut, asking for it, or tempting the men and getting what I deserved, was what I expected from her. (And wow, saying this out loud is extremely releasing and healing.) I received punishment for talking to her and others in that manner, which was extremely confusing to me. In my mother’s opinion, I am just a spoiled brat who is ungrateful for everything she has done for me. She is aware of everything that happened when I was a child, as she is not stupid, but she refuses to admit it. In fact, she will deny any accusation that questions her image and integrity until the day she dies.

From a young age until I turned 33, I experienced recurring nightmares. Many of these dreams involved someone posing a threat to the people I loved. Strangely, some of them revolved around the very events I’m speaking about in this post, although, I couldn’t quite comprehend their meaning. Instead of receiving an explanation, I was often dismissed and told that these nightmares were merely a, “symptom” of my “mental illness.”

Reflecting on what I’ve discovered from my mother’s friends and my relatives, my understanding of my mother has deepened, revealing a complex portrait. She is regarded with a considerable amount of trepidation, and compliments are few and far between. (From people that truly know her) Uncovering truths about my early years has left me with memories that will linger indelibly. Additionally, insights into her troubled history shed some light on her actions, though they by no means justify them.





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