I told my mother at about the seventh year of therapy that I had been abused sexually by my father, and she hung up the phone on me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was an abused kid.
I talked about my father being abusive to my mother - people have never heard me talk about anything like that. That brings people a little bit more personal with Missy.
I accused a woman of doing something behind my back when I knew that she hadn't, just to see if she loved me.
I want to say that nobody accuses their parents of abusing them without justification to do that. I didn't just make it up. A lot of things were true and abusive and horrible things that happened to me that my father did.
When I was in high school in Los Angeles, my mother, who was a speech therapist, agreed to stay over the weekend with one of her clients and his little sister while the parents went away on vacation. She brought me along.
There was mental and physical abuse in my family.
It was my father who - after, at age 15, I had attempted unsuccessfully to drive the family car using a 'borrowed' key and knocked down a wall of the garage - convinced me over the telephone not to run away from home and who then came home from work not to punish me but rather to console and comfort me.
When I was in my early twenties, my mom started repeating things, asking the same questions, telling the same stories. It was like, 'Oh, God, this is not right.' When I was 25, my brother and I finally told our dad we had to take her to the doctor.
Seven years after my mother's passing, I still reach for the phone for a split second to call her. We spoke every day.
My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.