The Devil Wears My Sister’s Face

Friends of Padre Steve’s World

I don’t re-post other blogs often, but this is one that I think is important.

As a Chaplain I have helped care for many people who have been the victims of abuse by spouses, parents, other older relatives or by “friends” of the family. Some is physical, some sexual and most also involve emotional abuse. However, little is written about abusive siblings, though it is quite common, usually these siblings are also the victims of abuse who take out their anger on the only people they can, usually younger or weaker siblings. Thankfully I was never abused by any family members. However my wife Judy suffered a lot of abuse, verbal and physical abuse by her father, the same and worse by her sister and had a mother who allowed it to happen.

This is Judy’s latest blog over at the Abby Normal Abbess site, which I encourage you to visit. It is quite powerful.

Peace

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When I think of the Devil, I see an angry, red, scowling face. I don’t see a mythical figure. I see my sister. This is the only part of her I ever saw.

“Nobody will ever love you. Nobody will ever want you. Nobody will ever be your friend. You’ll never be anybody,you’ll never do anything.” So went the litany of non-affirmations she heaped on me constantly. She drew an imaginary line down the middle of our bedroom, and I was never, ever, allowed to cross it, unless it was to reach the closet, or one of the two doors leading out of our bedroom. She was older than me. She knew me better than anyone. She had to know what I was really like. I believed her. Sometimes, I believe her now. When I entered a room, she wrinkled her nose, like she smelled a foul odor. I was…

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