
But it would be best if you had some adult support in taking that step, which will be a life-changer for everyone in your family, perhaps in the most positive way if you mother gets some help. As painful as it is to contemplate turning your mother in to the authorities, for the sake of your sister, that’s what’s you should do. You don’t mention a father (or fathers), so I’ll assume he is not in the picture to provide help. It shows you are able to distinguish appropriate boundaries, see how you were manipulated, and mourn for your childhood. It’s awful to look back on your childhood with shame, but it’s a good thing that you feel revulsion for what happened to you. Being an earth mother is the perfect ruse that allows your mother to use her own children to gratify her disturbed impulses. Because there are so many more male molesters, it’s easier for sick women to get away with it. Your mother sounds like a sexual predator disguising herself as the ultimate attachment parent. It’s your description of the postweaning, clearly sexual breast fondling that is alarming. I’m not insinuating that women who breast-feed their children past toddlerhood are doing something wrong. That picture would have given you some traumatic flashbacks. I hope you missed the newsstands last week and didn’t see the cover of Time featuring a young mother with an almost 4-year-old latched to her breast. I’m so disgusted it’s keeping me up at night. But I don’t want my sister to have the same revulsion at her own memories and confused feelings that I suffered. When I tell my mother that I’m grossed out and that my sister’s too old for this, she won’t listen. My mother refuses to consider she could be encouraging inappropriate impulses in my sister. My sister is my mom’s last child, and my mother persists in treating her as a baby. Mom breast-fed her until really late, and now my sister feels my mother’s breasts the way my brother and I did. Now I’m 18, a senior in high school, and I have a little sister who’s 9 years old. She never told us what sex was, and later when I found out, I felt revulsion at the memories of how I touched, and wanted to touch, my own mother.

She let us touch and play with her breasts for years after that. My mom let me and my brother breast-feed until we were each about 5 years old.


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