The most in interesting element of this documentary for me was Emily's mention of masking. I had learned of this behaviour recently from Chris Packham's recent programmes about autism but Emily's use of it made me realise it applied to me as well. I have mentioned elsewhere that a I had challenged teachers at an education conference when they said that troubled children, including those suffering abuse, could be identified because of their withdrawn or challenging behaviour, poor attendance, social isolation and performance at school and neglected appearance. I was well fed and dressed, had many friends and did very well at school and was first in my family to graduate from university. I tried to tell people what was happening at home three times. Once when I was about 5 and the woman told my mum that I was wicked and ungrateful when I had such a lovely family - didn't want to upset mum by telling her. As I got older I was afraid I would be taken into care and just wanted the abuse to stop. Dad had a massive breakdown when I was 11 and was in hospital for months, my mum produced my baby sister just before that and the sexual stuff stopped until I was 16 maybe because of the meds dad was on. We had to tread on eggshells, though because of his moods. Just to be on the safe side, I took my baby sister with me everywhere and any boyfriend had to accept that. My mum decided to go back to work when I was 15 and I told her that she would have to get a babysitter for my sister till I could get home from school and I told her why. I was shocked when she said "I thought something was going on" but she did find a babysitter and I hurried home from school every day and continued to take my sister with me everywhere even though she had terrible tantrums sometimes. Came a night when I ws 16 and dad came home in a strange mood goading us more than usual. It was when he come over the take the family cat off my lap that I realise he intended to rape me and was menacing my mother and sister if I did not comply. I threatened him with a knife, ran upstairs and locked myself in the loo to enable my mum and sister to escape while dad hammered on the door. My uncle came to get me and gave me a massive row for trapping myself in the house. We did not discuss the events of the night but next day I broke down in class and I was sent to the school nurse. This was the third person I told but she told me not to be a silly girl and to pull myself together sending me back to the class. The teacher sent me to the playground with my best friend who is the only person who listened to the whole story with great compassion. She had always included me in her wonderul family life and they gave me some normality.... Years later, when I was in my 30's, dad came to visit me when I was training in Social Worker. I had confided in a fellow student and he advised me to confront dad with what he had done. I followed his advice and dad apologised. I felt released from a great weight. By then, I was married with 2 children. The birth of our second, a boy, was followed by a massive breakdown and I was in hospital for a total of 3 months first with mania and then with depression where I was subjected to ECT. Despite all this DH and I have been in a supportive and loving relationship for 55 years! He gave up a fantastic job to move us far away from my parents after dad tried to take the credit for his appointment to the post! DH also supported me through my training and was a stay at home father so he was able to support me in my wonderful career. I know my experiences meant I could relate to people in dire circumstances often facing life changing challenges literally from the cradle to the grave. I have been angry with my mum who was otherwise a loving mother but she failed to protect me. I never had the conversation with her that Emily was able to have with her mother but I feel we understood each other. I am disappointed that nann8 feels that we should not tell our stories but I want people to know that it is possible to heal. I have been massively lucky in finding my soul mate, aged 17, but have major faults rooted in the abuse. I am massively controlling and only now, at 73, am beginning to let others decide and make arrangements. I am also hyper vigilant and overbearing but we all just laugh about it. BTW, my parents looked like film stars, literally - Lee Remick and a cross between Gregory Peck/Lawrence Olivier with a fantastic sense of humour in fact so I can understand why people would not believe me. I hope Emily and others who have disclosed their experiences on this thread find peace too.