Me and My Grandfather, the Rosh Yeshiva

I made this picture in art therapy around twenty years ago.  This memory of my grandfather molesting me was hounding me, intruding on my mind when I least wanted to think about it.  It helped to get it out on paper.  The intrusive memory quieted down.  It helps to share it. My grandfather's sexual problems are a shameful family secret, but it's not my shame and I will not keep it a secret.   It can not be a secret when someone molests a child.