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“I need to tell you something about your grandpa,” Little heard her mom’s voice say over the phone. Sitting alone in her college apartment, Little’s stomach started to churn, her hands started to sweat. Mom’s voice sounded concerned. Could she know something? How? Or maybe he’s sick, in the hospital, dead. Little’s mind sped through a million possibilities in just a few seconds.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, it’s crazy. These two little girls in his neighborhood have claimed that he exposed himself to them.”
Little felt instantly queasy, lightheaded, short-of-breath. ‘Oh God,’ she thought. ‘This is it…it’s all going to come out now…and I’m not the only one.’ Anger, disgust, rage, hurt, fear all surged through her simultaneously. She tried to stay focused on her mother’s words…to act surprised, unaffected.
“Huh,” was the only sound she could get out.
Her mother continued, “They say that they were riding their bikes down the street and he exposed himself through the front window. These little girls are trouble makers, though. You know he would never do anything like that. I have no idea why they are making up such a horrible thing.”
Little couldn’t speak…what could she say? Should she confess her secret? Everything in her wanted to say, “No! You’re wrong! He would do something like this! He did this to me, and even worse!” But she couldn’t…the words were stuck…fear overwhelmed…nothing came.
Finally Little asked, “So, what’s going to happen?”
“Well, this has actually been going on for a little while, but I didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t want to worry you. Now it’s going to court, so I thought you should know. But we have letters from a bunch of neighbors supporting your grandfather. Those girls make up lies all the time. I’m sure the judge will see that they are lying and that your grandfather would never do such a thing.”
And Little didn’t tell…and the judge ruled in favor of her grandfather…and those girls were called liars…and her guilt and shame grew.
- Painful secrets don’t sit dormant. They are a breeding ground for guilt, shame, self-hatred and doubt.
- Painful secrets don’t heal themselves. Healing requires truth and light.
- Painful secrets don’t only hurt their holder. They create a wall of fear which separates their holder from truly loving others, and so the hurt spreads.