Today I saw my sexually abusive parents for the first time in years at an event I had to attend. I’d been petrified beforehand. The first words from my father were to aggressively demand that I hug him. I politely refused so he refused to speak to me again and my mother copied. It seems I am surplus to requirements unless I meet his needs, well thank goodness for that. No wonder I learned nothing of consent. Horrible but validating. Proud of myself for sticking to my boundaries and not caving even under pressure of well-meaning relatives.