Shattered Trust: The Shari Karney Story Page #4

And you're no raving beauty,

you know.

Viv, come on.

What, you've got something to say?

How could you do this?

How stupid can you get?

Of course I'm not surprised.

I know what you're like.

He was a saint to put up with you

as long as he did.

Thank you for your support, Mother.

Don't you open your big mouth to me.

It's a good thing we gave you

an education

because at the rate you're going, you're

gonna end up alone for the rest of your life.

Dear Mom, you betrayed me,

you were never a mother

I could turn to,

never a mother I could run to and be kissed

and held and protected from the world.

You were never my saviour,

but my tormentor.

You tortured me, you hit me,

you criticized me

beyond all bounds of human endurance.

I was terrified of you,

and so is Linda.

You pretended to the world that

you were a kind, loving human being

but in fact you were a monster.

You forced me to take all the brutality

and remain nice and sweet and caring,

but inside I was dying

piece by piece.

No wonder Mark left me,

I'm an emotional mess,

closeness to me

means death to myself.

I hate you Mom and I'll never forgive

you for the physical

and emotional abuse you put me

through and the incest from Dad.

What?

Shari.

What?

Read that last sentence.

I hate you Mom, and I'll never

forgive you for the physical

and emotional abuse you put me

through and the incest from Dad.

Not again.

No. No.

The way I see it,

you have two choices,

you can either sit here and drive yourself crazy

wondering if you're imagining the whole thing,

or you can do whatever it takes

to find out what really happened.

What if I don't want to know?

You've been in touch

with your therapist?

And?

She wants to hypnotize me.

Do it. The sooner, the better.

It's not that easy, Rose.

Shari.

How can you ask these children

to tell the truth,

if you're not willing

to face it yourself?

Alright, now just let all

of your muscles go,

just completely relax,

just relax.

That's great.

Now take a nice deep breath,

then exhale slowly.

All the air out.

That's right.

Now, one more time,

nice deep breath

and exhale slowly

Images in me are coming up.

Tell me what they are.

I see our old house in Culver City,

with my dad's green car parked

in the drive way.

Now I see inside.

I see the floor with the black

and white squares.

I'm in my bedroom now.

I can see the pink and blue window.

I can see my sister's bed.

I can smell the baby smells.

I can see across the hall.

Someone's typing.

It's Daddy.

He's stopped typing.

He's coming across the hall.

Now he's coming into my room.

I don't feel so good.

It's OK.

Daddy loves you.

Play more games.

Fire engine or something.

He's touching me

I don't feel so good,

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Reminds me to touch him.

Is he saying anything to you?

He says,

don't tell anyone Shari,

this is our little secret.

You're my special girl.

This is it.

Hi sweetheart.

Would you mind telling us what this

is all about? What's the big secret?

We'll talk about it with Joan.

I've never even heard of this woman.

Who does she think she is asking me

to come to her office?

She didn't ask you, Mother, I did.

Mr. and Mrs. Karney, I'm

Joan Delvecchio, won't you come inside?

Shari.

Sit down, please.

Shari's invited you here for

what's called a parent confrontation.

Now, the purpose of it is for you

to hear what she has to say.

And then for you

to respond and discuss it.

Do you happen to have

a resume I could see?

A resume?

Well, I'm a psychiatric social worker,

I don't know if Shari happened to mention it,

and I'm a little curious

about your credentials.

Where did you do your doctorate.

UCLA.

I see, and you mind telling me

where you did your internship?

Vivian, for God's sake, what's the

difference. Let's just get to the point.

I agree with you Mr. Karney.

This is not about my credentials,

it's about your daughter, and she has something

very important to say to both of you.

So?

What is it already?

This is very hard for me,

but I have to tell you...

I discovered in therapy

that I'm an incest victim.

- Oh my God.

- What?

And it was you, Dad.

You incested me from the time

I was a baby until I was five years old.

You had oral sex with me,

you played sex games.

Are you crazy?

How dare you say that to me?

This isn't about you, Dad,

this is about me and

what I've been through.

- You're out of your mind.

- This is outrageous.

I never touched you, how can you

even think such a thing?

Cause I remember.

- What do you remember?

- You were a baby.

I remember his touch.

- I remember his smell.

- Oh my God.

I remember him getting undressed,

changing his clothes in my room.

- Jack?

- That's it, I'm getting out of here.

Mr. Karney, please sit down

and hear this out.

I don't hear another word of you.

Let's go.

Maybe it was a neighbour?

- You're mixing it up.

- No, Mom, it was Dad.

And you know what?

- I think you knew.

- What?

Why are you listening

to this garbage?

You knew what he was doing

and you never stopped him.

You're insane.

You stood by and looked the other way

and then you emotionally and

physically abused me to pay me back.

How dare you talk

that way to your mother?

And I'll just like to ask you Mom,

why did you hate me so much?

I never hated you.

What did I ever do to deserve that?

Viv, let's go.

You're a twisted disgusting girl.

- Mrs. Karney, please...

- Don't you talk to me.

I blame you for this. You put the

demented ideas in her head.

We gave you everything,

and this is how you repay us?

I will never forgive you for this.

Never.

This is good. This is real good.

You want to hear something funny?

I thought they would admit it.

I thought that they would take me in their arms

and ask how they could make it up to me.

What the hell are you doing

to our family?

I know you're upset about

what happened with Mom and Dad.

Upset?

I was on the phone all night with

Mom and Dad, they're hysterical.

What is this?

I quit my job.

What do you mean, you quit your job.

I'm going open a bar review course and

use the money to fund incest cases

You're obsessed. You know that?

You've gone off the deep end.

How could you say those

horrible ugly things to them?

Linda,

our father incested me.

Don't you say that.

Oh come on, we've been talking

about this for years

I'm ashamed of my body,

I have horrible nightmares,

I'm terrified of sex.

Oh, so now it's Dad.

- I was hypnotized.

- This is no proof.

My all life is proof.

Please, you had everything,

you were the baby, you were

Dad's favourite.

- He molested me, my Dad.

- That's not what he says.

- He's lying.

- He says you're lying.

Why would I lie about

something like this?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know who to believe.

He says one thing, you say another,

I'm stuck in the middle.

There is no middle.

Either you believe me or you don't.

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