I've been hiding a family secret ever since childhood. I'm 28 years old now and I still feel trapped by my family history.
To the eye that doesn't know any better, my childhood probably looked idealic. I grew up in a two parent, upper-middle class household in suburbia. My parents were both successful people and I was a popular student/athlete. Our "perfect family" image masked the reality of a less than ideal homelife.
My father was a workaholic, who abused drugs and alcohol. Although it surely strained my parents relationship, his drinking/drug use didn't initially affect me, partly because he was so good at hiding it. He even started dealing drugs to support his habit and conceal his spending from my mother (this way my mom wouldn't notice withdrawls from their bank account or ask him about missing money)
As I got older, I became more aware of what was really happening...what mom and dad were always arguing about, why my father (a charismatic business man) was meeting all of these shady people, why he spent so much time "getting ready" in the bathroom each morning, etc, etc. I didn't dare tell anyone, though. I kept quiet and pretended things were normal.
That pretense was shattered late one night when I woke up to screams and glass breaking. It was the police. They were raiding my house to arrest my father for drug possession and distribution. I've never been so afraid in my life. As afraid as I was about what would happen to my family, I was almost as scared about what everyone else would think of us. My friend's dad was a cop, another friend's father was the town mayor...they were both involved in the raid. Besides who could miss the 10 police cars with flashing lights in front of the house. Everyone was going to know.
Strangely few people said anything to me about it. I lied to those who did ask. "Was that your dad in the newspaper? Nope it's a common last name" "why were the police at your house? someone tried to break into the house! we called 911" blah blah blah
Over time the people stopped asking. The arrest was probably the best thing that could have happened to my dad because it forced him to get his act together. He has been recovered ever since.
I, on the other hand, still feel trapped by what he did. I told so many lies to hide the family secret during his arrest, trial, treatment. I still panic when I see the mayor's daughter or someone else from my hometown in a social setting because part of me worries that they know and will expose me to my friends.
What should I do? I didn't do anything wrong, but I still feel ashamed. I wish I could just forget this happened and get on with life. I don't want to sever ties with everyone I grew up with so "do they know" will be an ongoing problem. I can't tell all of these people I've been lying to them for 10-15 yrs, but I'm scared to death someone will tell someone who'll tell one of my friends, etc... Any advice?