Just got done reading Nancy Kilgore's book 'Girl in the Water', it's about sibling abuse. Her sister Sherry sounded awful and so many parallels were present between them that were present between my father and I it was a discomforting comfort. Someone once told me to read 'A Child Called It', I did and it struck me as a very insincere memoir. I didn't identify with that person in the manner I did with Nancy Kilgore (excluding her descent into insane-o fairyland) and unlike Nancy, I did ultimately assert myself and stood up to my father. But I did that about 12 years too late. I don't recall being molested. I know I had a real fear that it could happen, mainly because of my mother. Her angle in the divorce proceedings was the--false--accusation of child molestation against my father. But you can't really blame my mother for thinking the way she was, quite frankly, there was some compelling circumstantial evidence. And he did practice what
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