May We Dance Upon Their Graves

Incest Survivors, Spirituality and Ceremonies of Justice – the story of a woman living a rich, fulfilling life while waiting to dance on her sociopath father's grave.

He was Bad.

I’ve been wracking my brains for weeks now, trying to ferret out what made my father do it. Was he a flawed man with some redeeming qualities who inexplicably got fixated on sexually abusing his daughter? Or was he a sociopath who merely pretended to be good sometimes, for appearances sake?

The first theory presents as evidence my ‘daddy’s’ behaviour:  playing guitar and singing “how much is that doggy in the window” for the sheer pleasure of his 4 year old daughter, reading stories to her, and recording fairy tales on tape, so when he wasn’t home I’d hear his voice telling me stories.

The second theory presents as evidence my father’s extreme dissociation while he raped me, his obliviousness to my screams and the physical injuries on my little body. His mysogyny, his disrespect for the boundaries and feelings of people around us, his cruelty to our two dogs.  As  further evidence, the fact that anyone in my family or friends of my mothers who knew him, believed without question when informed he’d abused me. It seemed to fit with their experience of him.

Why do I need to know? Because my four year old self wants me to explain. She loved her daddy. She loved him right up till the pain started, and after that she thought a monster had taken him over. She was energetically open and innocent. She needs to know.

I’ve been thinking about this in adult terms.


Today, driving home from therapy, allowing myself to grieve from that 4 year old place, it came to me.

“He was Bad.”

That’s all she needed. Yes. He was bad.  Somehow whether he meant it when he sang with me or read to me is suddenly irrelevant. ‘Bad’ is a concept that explains everything to a four year old, apparently. The explanation settles in, clicks somewhere and ties the monster and daddy together.  It seems to provide a reason, and relieves her of the burden of needing to find out if the monster swallowed her daddy.

He was, simply, Bad.

Do I need to say goodbye to a ‘bad man’? Maybe not.  Do I need a deathbed confrontation or to write ‘rapist’ in weed killer on his lawn? I won’t rule it out at this point, but at this moment, I feel peace.


4 comments on “He was Bad.

  1. butterflysblog
    February 11, 2009

    This was another beautifully written post.

    I, too, have often wondered about the whys of all of this. I, too, usually come back to “he is bad”, or sometimes lump them into the category of ‘evil’. I think that a person who is able to rape a child is evil.

    What happened to you was wrong, dead wrong. Dancing on the grave of the person who wronged you is right.

  2. aribabybug
    February 12, 2009

    I just found your blog, and I’m so happy that I did. Congrats on having the courage to write about it! I’d love to be able to write about my abuse, but I don’t think I could unless I knew that fellow survivors were out there reading.

  3. sworddancewarrior
    February 12, 2009

    Hi Aribabybug,
    Post a link here (and/or add my site to your blogroll) when you begin writing. I’ll come and read. If you write it, they will come.

  4. kate1975
    April 17, 2009

    You are right. He was bad. It is on a simple level all that we need.

    I don’t ask those questions. Not sure if that means something is different with me, because most survivors I interact with do ask that question, why.

    I know that my mother chose to abuse, it was pre-planned, it was calulating, it was alone, and her silence and secrecy show her guilt.

    I think that there are people who throw away their souls. That is how I currently explain this topic to myself. Those of us who are not sex offenders we have souls, we are human beings. Those who are sex offenders have betrayed their humanity, thrown away their soul, and are only beings. It is how I found a way to explain to my adult mind why someone chooses to be a monster.


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