Secret, Surprise, or Private

“Don’t tell                               . It’s a secret.” “I’ll only tell you if you can keep it a secret.” “This is our little secret, you better not tell anyone- or else.” Secrets are dangerous. Secrets are heavy. Secrets hurt. Most of us grew up with secrets. I definitely remember keeping secrets with my friends and siblings... Continue Reading →

Protect Your Child This Summer

This is an edit of a previous post, "Sexual Abuse in the Presence of Others," because as summer begins it is important to pay close attention to who has access to children. Many children will venture off to various camps, spend time with extended family members, and travel on vacation with their family. Unfortunately, these... Continue Reading →

Connecting the Dots

             As I have been preparing my speech for the Gala, I have reflected on different chapters of my life. I remember as a young girl I would sometimes get activity books with connect the dots and color by number pages. There were many times I would draw lines between the wrong numbered dots which... Continue Reading →

12 November 10ths

Today marks 12 years of physical freedom from my abuser. It is a day that I never thought would occur and at some points during my healing journey I wished it never did occur. But today, I am so thankful that on November 10, 2004 I did not have to return to the same home... Continue Reading →

A Letter to my Abuser

So, I just finished writing this letter and I am still in somewhat of a shock that these words came from my heart. They literally just poured out of me. The first line was probably the most difficult. How do you address the person who abused you for years? I figured out what works for... Continue Reading →

Not My Shame, Impact Statement Part 2

***Trigger Warning*** I am going to be authentic at this moment and tell you that it is scary posting the second part of my victim impact statement. I am definitely experiencing some anxiety just thinking about pressing "publish." That feeling of shame resurfaced as I read back over the words I typed months ago. I... Continue Reading →

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