FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders (And Others)

I am really surprised how true it is that so many people avoid the topic of incest.  My library seemed reluctant to help me set up a talk on my new book, and it’s been sold only to a VERY FEW. It’s sad because there are so many unreported incest offenders in our society, and it really does seem like people want to deny more than protect their children.

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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4 Responses to FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders (And Others)

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  2. One of my abusers was never reported, even though I told my family. It is scary to know that there are so many others out there, living their lives, without ever having to pay for what they did.

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    • nmykel says:

      I’m not sure what to say except have you dealt with this yourself? It seems one of your abusers was reported. The only way I know to deal with this is to keep it from happening to others through education, and it isn’t happening because people don’t want to think about the subject. I’m also unclear about ages involved, etc. Journaling helped me, and almost half of FALLOUT is my journal with drawings, poems, dreams, etc. I’m also in the process of developing a page on Journalling, also at nanmykel.com. This is the first time I’ve tried to Reply, so I may be messingv up. Thanks for writing. Nan Mykel

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      • One was reported but never arrested or jailed (it was in the early 1980’s – times where different) and then the other I told my family about 7 years later and it was never reported and rather kept in the family. I truly feel like my family protected the abusers instead of the victim, me. I have dealt with most of it. It is one reason I want to share my story – so others know they are not alone.

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