At the age of ten years and for a year and a half, I was the object of the pleasures of a priest who made me fall in love with him by making me believe that he was himself. I thought it was beautiful.
My parents realized this and made it "mutated". They never spoke to me about anything, did not comfort me, or said that I was only a victim. Nearly 40 years later, I take stock of my life and, after two difficult divorces, and a beginning of analysis, I realize that during all these years, I carried on my shoulders and in my heart this heavy guilt secret.
My life would have been better if I had been told from the beginning that I was not responsible. So, whatever the relationship difficulties we have with our children, never let these doubts settle in them to the point of making certainties.