I was very lucky in that when I disclosed to my parents two years ago I was talking to two people who had been through the 60s and 70s as adult leaders in a local youth coffeehouse run by our church. They had seen the whole gamut of hellish issues that kids could endure, and they were well aware of the terrible fear that young people have of not being believed. So when I disclosed to them they had the resources and experience to see in my situation a re-enactment of what they were already pretty familiar with.
If they had not had that experience they might have reacted to me differently, who knows. But would that have meant that they cared for me less, or loved me less? I don't think so.
What I'm getting at here is that we are ALL struggling with issues that society doesn't yet take as seriously as it should. There has been professional awareness since the mid-80s, but still, I think it's fair to say that the sexual abuse scandal in the Catholic church that began a few years ago exploded into a social world that wasn't at all ready for it, or aware of what might be happening right under its nose.
What that means for us is that when we find that we aren't believed, or not listened to, we are in large part running up against this element of ignorance. Society hasn't yet processed the information that has been available for the past few years, and when a specific individual fails to believe us or take us seriously that may just reflect this broad ignorance. That is, it doesn't necessarily relflect some callous disregard or evil intent on the part of that person.
Sure, there are plenty of toxic and dangerous people out there and we do need to be wary of them. But perhaps it's also useful to recognize that so far as awareness of CSA is concerned, WE ourselves are the pioneers in bringing this to the attention and action it needs. There really are hordes of people out there who just "don't get it".
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)