The Final Entry

This post has been a long time coming. I plan on some very negative repercussions. Even so, I am compelled to write it.

As a young mother I learned exactly how some LDS Bishops protect abusers. I know this because I had multiple bishops protect me and not report me. You see, as a young mother who lived with depression that manifested as anger, I was rather violent. You could even talk to some of my friends from high school and find out that I was given to violent outbursts at times.

After a violent outburst in where I struck my young child and left bruises, I went to my bishop to confess. He gave me some scriptures to read and gave me a blessing. I had fully expected to be released from my calling as a Primary President, but he didn't think it was necessary. My husband at this time was fully aware of these violent outbursts of mine. He told me to make sure that the bruises were never visible and then just let things happen (a few times it happened in front of him).

A couple of years went by and things weren't changing. In fact, they had gotten worse. Oddly enough, I had been turned in by someone to Child Protective Services for neglect because my house was dirty (3 kids under the age of 4 and I was severely depressed). My kids weren't being neglected according to state definition. My house just needed to be cleaned a little better. But this was a wake up call for me. A new bishop had been called. As a faithful member I went to him and confessed. He admitted he wasn't trained to deal with these situation (along with me trying to face my own abuse which had been physical and sexual). I was referred to a therapist.

This therapist was a life saver in many ways. He had me see a doctor to get on antidepressants. This did so much for me when it came to the anger. I also learned a lot of coping skills. However, I did not tell him I had been physically abusing my own children for fear of them being taken from me. When I signed the agreement to be treated it included a caveat that if someone was in danger from me that the authorities would be notified. So I never said anything.

There were times after this that the anger and violence would reemerge. I would see a doctor and get my medications adjusted. But I still hadn't dealt with the fact I was an abusive parent. Not until my divorce did I speak to a therapist about the abuse. He was so helpful and taught me what to do when I felt that urge to strike out come on. He also recommended that I attend a parenting course run by Child Protective Services.

It was this course that solidified a change in me. I learned how to be the kind of parent I should have been all along. I sat in a class where I was the only parent there voluntarily. Everyone else had been court ordered to attend the class. I expressed my past behaviors and desire to never be that person again. This change has not been easy.

Between the classes, therapy, and medication I was able to change who I was as a parent. But I cannot help thinking that if that first bishop had followed protocol and contacted the police then my 2 oldest children would never have experienced as much abuse as they did. In fact, my oldest took the brunt of it and it has all but destroyed our relationship at this point. You see, my 2 oldest children no longer speak to me. I am the toxic person they have had to cut off...and it hurts.

I can blame the fact that I was raised with a father given to violent outbursts and a mother who sat back and let it happen. But that is just creating a scapegoat. In all honesty, it was me. It was me feeling trapped in a marriage and not valued as a person. It wasn't physical violence that I experienced at the hands of a spouse (until I threatened to call the cops). It was me. It was my choice. I knew that I was making the wrong choice, yet I continued to make it. There is only one person to blame...ME.

Now I don't write this for sympathy or for someone to help me find the excuses for my choices. I write it because too many people have said to quit blaming bishops for not reporting abuse. Too many want these men to be blameless in the process. They aren't. If an abuser comes to you to confess then it is time to turn them in. Don't protect them. When you do protect them you only make matters worse.

If I could turn back time and change things I would. I tell people I have no regrets, but I do. I regret ever hurting my children, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally. It is wrong. I'm also aware that my children can still press charges against me and am almost anticipating it at this point. More than anything I want my children to be happy and healthy.

The odd part to all of this is that a few years ago a now ex-boyfriend and his spiteful family reported me twice for physically abusing my children. My children were all interviewed and told the worker that it may have been true at one point but that I did not ever hit them. They even said the only parent who hit them was their dad and that was in the form of a spanking. When I was finally being a decent parent I was accused. When I was an abusive parent I was seen as a good parent. 

If you know of an abuser, don't sit back and do nothing. Step forward and say something. If you are an abuser, seek help that isn't in the form of talking with your bishop. If you speak to a therapist they can help you. If you are there to stop the abuse they can work with you and help you all. Most of all, remember if you are the abuser, that you still have inestimable worth. People love you and want to see you become a better person.

Some day I hope the relationship can be restored between my children and myself. If that never happens, then it never happens. It will always hurt, but I will move forward. This needed to be written. This needed to be out there. I'm not the woman I was at 18, 19, 20, or even 30. I've learned and changed. However, the consequences will need to be faced. And it looks as if that time is now.

It is my own behavior and choices that have caused me to support Protect LDS Children. It is knowing that the current system fails and change needs to happen. I can't go back and change anything. I can't change what I did. I'm not asking for forgiveness from anyone except those I've harmed. And even in doing so I accept that forgiveness will never come. I accept that I have zero right to ever be in my childrens lives again.

To my children, please know that you are loved beyond measure. If I could go back and protect you from the hurt I've caused then I would. Please know that you will forever be in my prayers and you will always be my heart. Love, Mom

This blog will stay up but I will no longer be writing. Thank you to all who have been loyal readers especially as writing became sporadic.