At first glance, this film might give off the impression of being just another run-of-the-mill sports biography, nestled alongside endless tales of athletic triumphs and heroic comebacks. But hold on a sec! Dive a little deeper, and you’ll find yourself on a winding path through the tangled, often painful reality of family dynamics and childhood trauma. It’s not merely about shooting hoops or scoring goals; it’s a raw exploration of resilience, reflecting on the shadows of sexual abuse and the arduous journey toward healing—especially within the context of a mother-daughter relationship that’s more like a rollercoaster than a smooth ride.
You see, growing up, I didn’t exactly decorate the family Christmas tree with warm fuzzies about my mom. Oh no! We had a love-hate relationship that could’ve fueled an entire season of reality TV. It wasn’t until I sat down with my friend Jason—who had a knack for stirring the pot—that I realized I needed to confront the skeletons in my closet. Talking to him about the abuse I suffered as a child and the resulting anger towards my mother was like opening a can of worms I didn’t even know existed! But I guess that’s what life’s about, isn’t it? Having those tough conversations that leave you feeling raw yet liberated. I mean, if we don’t face our past, how on earth do we move forward? If you’re curious about how this all plays out and want to delve into this layered narrative, then don’t miss out—LEARN MORE.
At first glance, this film might seem like a sports biography about another great athlete, but in reality, it’s so much more than that. It’s a story of complicated measures with complex layers. We explore your family dynamic, as well as the sexual abuse you experienced as a child. Your rape and the difficult journey of rebuilding your relationship with your mother was handled with such care.
During my teenage years, I did not have a good relationship with my mom. From the time I was nine years old till I was like 15 or 16, I loved my mom but I didn’t like her. My mom accepted that. We accepted that we didn’t mesh…that we didn’t get along. Before the documentary came out, I never talked about my upbringing. Then one day, I was talking to Jason, and Jason was like, “How come you don’t tell nobody what happened to you?” And I was like, “I don’t want to upset my mom.” Being raped at five and having to stay with my grandma till I was 10, it put a lot of anger in me. I didn’t want my mom to feel like I was still angry at her, but in a way, I was. I just told Jason, “I don’t want to upset my mom. I don’t want to show that I’m upset at her about something that happened so many years ago, and kind of put the blame on her.” I had never talked about it with her, but Jason encouraged me to talk to her about what happened and how it made me feel towards her.
It was one of the toughest conversations to have because I grew up staying with my grandma, and I couldn’t be with Briana and them. I just remember feeling like, “Dang, my mom chose this guy, who was her boyfriend at the time, over me?” I had to go stay with my grandma, and I couldn’t be with my brothers and my sisters. I was very angry, and I felt abandoned and betrayed. I kept doing interviews and they were trying to force it out of me, and it just became too hard to hide. So I talked to my mom, and I was just like, “Ma, you know, I got raped when I was five.” And she said, “Yeah.” I said, “Why would you let that happen? Why didn’t you put him out? Why did I have to go?”
That conversation we had made me love my mama. She told me that it wasn’t that she didn’t believe me, she couldn’t believe him. When she gave me that perspective — I was 17 years old at the time — that she was in love with a guy and she couldn’t believe that someone she was in love with would hurt her daughter. Then she told me she sent me with my grandma because she wasn’t over him yet, and he was threatening to hurt me, claiming that I lied on him. She had to get over that. When she left him and got rid of him completely, that’s when I came back to stay with her and my siblings. I can understand this coming from a woman, you know? I get it. And it wasn’t just any boyfriend or man. She had a kid with this guy. That kid is my younger is my brother, who’s three years younger than me.
I told her, “Mom, I always thought you picked him over me. I always thought you just abandoned me, that you believed him over me, and that you took his side all these years.” That made me angry and not like her, but having that conversation with her and hearing her side of the story made me feel a lot better. I went to God about it, me and my mom went to God together, and I forgave her. I forgave her for not keeping a closer eye on me. I forgave her for thinking that she abandoned me. I forgave all the anger and hate that I had toward her, and that’s why we’re so close now. I love my mom. I think that families need to have these conversations, you know, so they don’t harbor inside. I think talking about it was the best thing I ever did with my mom. It changed my life. It made me less angry. I remember thinking she was such a terrible lady. She’s my mom, but she’s a terrible lady. I was happy to finally say my mom is not terrible. She’s a loving woman. She’s human, and we all make mistakes.
But I’m happy. She apologized for how hurt I was and for not leaving him sooner. She was open enough to talk to me and be real and say, “This is what happened. I couldn’t protect you then, but I protected you after I found out. I sent you with grandma. That man was talking about how he was going to hurt you. I wasn’t going to let that happen.” She removed me from the situation. So, I have to give her kudos for that. I think some conversations have to be had when you’re grown. You can’t have them when you’re a kid, because you don’t have much understanding about things.