Covert Incest is Real — I Lived It

I see you, child. And you are loved. I wish I could scoop you up now and tell you it’ll be okay. Me, almost about 2, 1989.

Thirty three years it took for me to realize how dangerous my mother was to my health. There were many times in my life where I knew something was terribly wrong, but I didn’t act. Just like an abuser, even if I got angry and threatened, there was always a way to reel me back. Especially with money. My mother financially ruined me in order to keep me close. She never expected I would walk away.