(an encore post by Cecil Murphey)
I once mentioned in a keynote at a conference that I had been sexually molested. I didn’t dwell on the issue, but said it affected the way I saw life.
Afterward a woman who identified herself as a pastor-therapist said to me, “You didn’t do anything to cause the assault. It was your perpetrator’s fault.”
I tried to tell her that I knew, but she didn’t seem to hear me. She talked for another minute or two, but her words and her attitude seemed to say to me, “I’ve explained the logic of the situation and you’re free.”
I agreed with her reasoning. I had been a child, and of course I didn’t do anything to bring on the molestation. It was the fault of my perpetrators. If acknowledging the truth were all I needed, I would have been free much earlier.
She didn’t seem to grasp that my emotions hadn’t caught up with my cognitive perceptions. I could make the same statements she made—and I did—but they hadn’t set me free. It was a long time before I could feel free.
And, sad to say, some men never feel fault-free.