Feel like I need to follow up on the the post I made a few days ago about what happened to me when I was an adolescent.
It increasingly seems that it was the right thing to do. I feel an AWFULLY large burden has been lifted off of me. I carried that particular thing around for almost forty years. I felt better after talking with the detectives about it three years ago. I feel better again, now.
It has indeed been a boon. I'm writing for the book again. From the very beginning, when I first tried writing it in 2014 before Dad passed, I knew this was going to have to be addressed somehow. That is possible now, when it hadn't been possible before. I wish I could tell you that this book is going to be entirely focused on my life as a manic depressive: something that in and of itself is replete with drama and occasional comedy. But it's not and it can't. A person's life is like a tapestry. Try to take one thread out and the whole thing unravels. This particular thread has insinuated its way into my life since I was twelve. But in the past couple of days I've found that I'm not afraid to confront that anymore. So, that's good.
A number of people have privately messaged me about it. Some have reiterated that the chances of seeing something done in the way of justice are slim. I know that. I knew it going in to talk to the detectives three years ago. I keep thinking though that if it happened to me, well... could it have happened to others also? As one of the detectives told me then, a person who does a thing like this can't stop. He (and it's almost always a he) will try to do more. Who knows? Maybe others will step forward.
One person left a comment on my blog yesterday, noting that decades after the war that Nazis were still being found and prosecuted. My situation isn't quite like that though. There were MANY witnesses still alive in the 70s, 80s and 90s who could recollect individual SS officers and concentration camp guards. There was very little problem with identifying such people. With what happened in 1986 it's going to forever be my word against his But again, who knows? Since going to them three years ago the authorities may be keen on something I don't have.
Anyway, I felt led to come forward and write about this. It was more than that even though. God put me in a place where I had no choice, if I was going to continue writing the book. And I want and need to write this. It's as part of my recovery story as much as it is a chronicle of that. I have been obedient to that and now it's done and well... we'll see what transpires next.
So that's what's happened since Saturday.
Hope you guys are having a great week :-)
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