The Incest Diary
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“In the fairy tales about father–daughter incest—‘The Girl Without Hands,’ ‘Thousand Furs,’ the original ‘Cinderella,’ ‘Donkey Skin,’ and the stories of Saint Dymphna, patron saint of incest survivors—the daughters are all as you would expect them to be: horrified by their father’s sexual advances. They do everything in their power to escape. But I didn’t. A child can’t escape. And later, when I could, it was too late.”
Throughout her childhood and adolescence, the anonymous author of The Incest Diary was raped by her father. Beneath a veneer of normal family life, she grew up in and around this all-encompassing secret. Her sexual relationship with her father lasted, off and on, into her twenties. It formed her world, and it formed her deepest fears and desires. Even after she broke away—even as she grew into an independent and adventurous young woman—she continued to seek out new versions of the violence, submission, and secrecy she had struggled to leave behind.
In this graphic and harrowing memoir, the author revisits her early traumas and their aftermath—not from a clinical distance, but from deep within—to explore the ways in which her father’s abuse shaped her, and still does. As a matter of psychic survival, she became both a sexual object and a detached observer, a dutiful daughter and the protector of a dirty secret. And then, years later, she made herself write it down.
With lyric concision, in vignettes of almost unbearable intensity, this writer tells a story that is shocking but that will ring true to many other survivors of abuse. It has never been faced so directly on the page.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I picked this up randomly at a book store where it was on a "recommendations" shelf, and I couldn't put it down. It was so disturbing but also different from what I expected. I can't imagine what it was like to write this book. Some commenters seem to think it was badly written, but I thought she was a great writer and I'm sure has other published works out there somewhere, under her own name. Weird to think she could be anyone.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Very honest and courageous. But tragic. All men are perverts and I'm so sorry the author had to experience that at such a young age.
Keep your head up and leave that bastard Carl.
Please don't have children with the prick. - Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5That girl is sick! The type of language she uses about her father and her having sex together is wretched and blasphemous. She doesn’t refer to it as abuse and enjoyed having sex with her father. I couldn’t go on to read the entire book. I guess some sick people like being raped by their fathers. She sure did. In the end she deserved what she got and loved it so to me this book is more about sexual taboo fantasy and not about rape and child sexual abuse as a crime. This author deserves to have her clit cut up, sown on her mouth with numerous dicks taking turns fucking her pussy mouth double hardcore. What a slut and whore. I must go seek God now.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5So what to make of this book? Maybe the first question is why read something like this? Maybe to understand what goes on in ones mind surrounding it. Not sure that can be found here. There are I think two ways to take what she wrote. One being to see the destruction it wreaks upon the life of the victim. The other nothing more than a pornographic put on to the reader.This anonymous writer if you believe the truth of what happened to her is torn it seems between the deep seated horror of living with a predator father and the prurient desire for that father. It becomes a twisted mess reading it and trying to decipher without much to really take away from it.Clearly this guy should have spent most of his life behind bars for what he did, yet doesn't and ends up possessing his daughters mind and body for life. Certainly feeling of sympathy for her plight is felt throughout yet as she repeatedly interjects the pleasure it brought her it leaves one confused.The style is readable and seems almost professional, reminded for some reason of Sylvia Plath. It certainly is never boring but left me feeling like I was the voyeur taken in by a tale of confusing twistedness. And maybe that was the point behind this book.
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The Incest Diary - Macmillan Publishers
One of the therapists I lied to was a beautiful woman whose father had studied with Freud. I liked her until we got closer to the incest. When I was in college, I went to see her on Thursday afternoons. We circled around my family and I lied about my relationship with my father. One day she told me that she was concerned about me being at risk for self-harm. She wanted me to see a psychiatrist she worked with who would give me medication. I walked out of her office and never saw her again. She left me several voice mails over the following weeks wanting to know if I was all right. I never called her back.
* * *
In the fairy tales about father-daughter incest—The Girl Without Hands,
Thousand Furs,
the original Cinderella,
Donkey Skin,
and the stories of Saint Dymphna, patron saint of incest survivors—the daughters are all as you would expect them to be: horrified by their fathers’ sexual advances. They do everything in their power to escape. But I didn’t. A child can’t escape. And later, when I could, it was too late. My father controlled my mind, my body, my desire. I wanted him. I went home. I went back for more.
* * *
The last time I had sex with my father was at the beach house on the island when I was twenty-one. I spent a week there with my father and my brother, who had just turned nineteen. The three of us hadn’t spent a week together in many years; I hadn’t spent much time with my father since I left home at seventeen. I hadn’t been to the family beach house for several years. The gray shingled house with many porches and white shutters next to the water. With the American flag on the old pole near the white front gate.
That week with my father and brother, I wore a blue bikini top. The bottoms were bright red. My father wanted me. I felt his eyes on my shoulders and neck, on my legs, my breasts, and my hips. I held my body differently when I knew he was looking. I wanted to be sexy. I walked differently when I knew he was watching me from behind. Watching me as I walked back and forth from the house to the shore. Watching me take off the white shirt I wore over my bathing suit when I sat to read before I swam. I wanted him, too. I wasn’t a child anymore. I wasn’t even a teenager. I was a grown-up. My body was a woman’s body.
We played bridge with some of the neighbors in the house just up the road. They told me stories about myself as a little girl playing on the beach—how much I loved the big waves—and stories about my grandparents, around the time when they bought the house in the 1960s. We played pinochle with my brother. We drank gin and tonics on the east porch.
I spent my childhood summers in that house, and as a little girl I slept in that same upstairs bedroom. Many of my few happy childhood memories are from that place.
The first two nights I couldn’t stop masturbating, thinking about my father being so close. At the other end of the house, alone, sleeping in the bed with the walnut headboard. I couldn’t help it. I wanted and I didn’t want him to come in and fuck me. On the third night he did.
I remember my father opening the old, heavy door to my bedroom. I wanted my father to open the door. I wanted him to come in. I wanted to hear him come in to the bedroom with the yellow-and-blue bedspread and the bookcases built into the walls holding my grandfather’s complete Sir Walter Scott. Into the room with the curtains patterned with red sailboats on white fabric and the bird’s-eye-maple-framed mirror and the closet with yellow raincoats and army-green galoshes and the large wool flannel shirts hanging on wooden hangers inside. The closet with a plaid umbrella and spare flip-flops.
My father pulled off the bedspread and saw my twenty-one-year-old body. I was naked and I was wet. I wanted his big hard cock deep inside me. I was very wet. I wanted him inside me all the way up. I had never felt sexier. My body was pure sex. My father had made himself a sexual object for me, too. I objectified him as I objectified myself for him. I had an orgasm bigger than any single one I had in my subsequent twelve-year marriage. We didn’t say anything. Not one word. Then he got out of my bed, went out of the room and down the hall and back into his bed. Not one word ever about that night.
* * *
He fucked me and he made me come. We never kissed. We didn’t kiss that night, and we didn’t kiss when I was a teenager, and we didn’t kiss when I was eleven or ten or nine or eight or seven or six or five or four or three.
He never put his tongue inside my mouth.
* * *
That week on the island, I told Katherine Huntington, a family friend and neighbor, the truth about my father having sex with me. I told her what happened when I was a young child. I did not dare tell her about the night that had just passed—but I did confide in her about my childhood. I wasn’t the only one who thought she was a remarkable woman. She was the opposite of my mother—she was extraordinarily capable, warm, independent. People adored her. I looked up to her and wanted to grow up to be like her. When I was little, she made me feel special. She would ask my opinion on things and squat down to listen to me. When I was a teenager, she told me that I was clever and courageous.
I always thought she was beautiful, strong, and brave. She loved to sail by herself. She could read, write, and speak Mandarin. She and her second husband spent a year driving across Africa. She was a volunteer firefighter in the little beach community. The only time she didn’t wear heels was when she drove the fire truck. She would cook dinner by herself for dozens of people and her house was always full of guests. She had a greenhouse behind the main house where she grew gardenias and plumerias. Once, she found a baby bobcat by her greenhouse door. She gave it a bowl of milk and hoped it would reunite with its mother. But another neighbor told her that he had seen a dead bobcat in the road down by the market. Katherine took in the baby bobcat and gave it all the maternal love she had given her children. She gave it lamb for supper, with a dish of whipped cream afterward.
My grandparents had been close friends of her parents. I was close to two of her children and a niece and a nephew. I felt happy being around her family. I wished she would take me in.
The week that I was at the beach with my father and brother, Katherine and her husband asked me over for dinner. I asked Katherine if we could speak in private. She said of course, and took me upstairs to her bedroom. We sat on her enormous white bed with its dozens of soft linen-cased pillows. I held one of the pillows close to my chest while I told her that my father had raped me when I was a little girl. I told her that I felt like I was going crazy and I didn’t know what to do. She leaned over to me and I thought she was going to embrace me, but she put her hand over my mouth. Get over it,
she said. Don’t talk about it. Forget it, and get over it.
She then told me that she had been molested when she was a child. She said her parents knew and didn’t do anything about it. But these are things to forget and get over,
she said. She told me to go home to my father and not to talk