I had no idea, at the time, that what he was doing was incredibly inappropriate. I just knew that it made no sense. I was five or six years old. He was a teenager. We…
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The road to healing from trauma stemming from sexual abuse is a long, winding, pothole-ridden dirt path perched on the side of a rocky cliff hanging precariously over crashing waves. It’s tough to navigate…
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It takes a great deal of courage to come forward and tell your mother that you’ve been sexually abused by her father. My grandmother laid in bed dying, cancer ravaging her body, when my…
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I’ll never forget waking up in the hospital room. Lying under crisp white sheets, an IV in my arm. I was dazed and so fucking confused. The heart rate monitor at my bedside beeped…
