I (41f) finally told my parents about the things my cousin did to me when I was 5. My sister and my husband have known for years, but something in me made me tell my parents after I turned 41 two weeks ago.
At first, it felt good to finally be able to tell them. They immediately believed me and were so understanding. But over the past week, they have been trying to come up with ways to punish him. He’s already a felon, and he apparently has guns, so they want to turn him in. I’m fine with that, but they also want to tell the police that he probably has CP. There is another relative that he has done this to who absolutely wants no one else to know about it, and his CP is probably of her. I told my parents initially that I wanted to go scorched earth and ruin his life, but now I just don’t want to deal with it.
But every time I talk to my parents, they want to rehash it all and talk about the way to punish him. How much they hate him and stuff. I’m just so tired of hearing about it and thinking about it, and it feels like every time they bring it up that I’m having to relive it over and over. I know that pushing it deep down like I did for 35 years is not good, and today I’m finally telling my therapist about it, but I just wish they would stop bringing it up until I can work through it.