Clik here to view.
If I Didn’t Write, I Would Have Died a Long Time Ago
by Libbe HaLevy My abuse began when I was very young, pre-verbal. I repressed my earliest abuse in total amnesia, not even suspecting anything had happened. But from about age three, I became obsessed...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Writing: My Power Tool for Rebuilding After Abuse
Christina Enevoldsen by Christina Enevoldsen For years, I didn’t realize how fragmented I felt and or how disjointed my life was. When I began to see the truth of my childhood sexual abuse, my world...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Paper Is My Safest Friend
by Jennifer Stuck I have come to believe that secrets are the enemy. They are the parasites that eat away at the human soul. We are meant to be social creatures, to share and express our complex...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Deeper Than Skin Deep
by Patty Hite I took my bulldog Molly to the vet because she was getting skin blisters all over her body. The vet and I have been omitting different things from her in order to see what is causing...
View ArticleClik here to view.
I HATE Surprises
by Bethany Birthdays usually mean surprises. I remember one particular birthday en route to our destination I was lead into a dark room and without warning, all of my closest friends popped out...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Dating After Sexual Abuse: Is This Love?
by Bethany When my last boyfriend and I began dating, we would see each other once a week. The in between times were filled with hour-long telephone calls before bed, a lot of getting to know you time...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Why Was I Abused?
Christina Enevoldsen by Christina Enevoldsen Just a note: Sometimes I believe things because they are true; other times I believe things because an alternate truth would be painful. One of the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
My Sexual Abuse Invaded My Marriage
by Linda Pittman When I first met my husband, I was keeping a big secret—the story of my childhood sexual abuse. I couldn’t tell him until I felt safe and sure of his love—if that was possible. He is...
View ArticleClik here to view.
UNDERprotected
by Bethany I had to cover my eyes during kissing scenes in movies until my teens. I couldn’t ride my bike more than two blocks away. All of my friends had to be approved. My mom would check all of my...
View ArticleClik here to view.
When An Abuser Dies
by Christina Enevoldsen & Bethany Bethany: A few months ago, I got word from a family member that my paternal grandmother was found unconscious in the middle of the night and rushed to the...
View ArticleThe Wolf in Shepherd’s Clothing: The “Benevolent” Abuser
by Christina Enevoldsen In the dark children’s tale “Hansel and Gretal”, a young brother and sister are abandoned in the woods by their father at the insistence of their step-mother. She convinces her...
View ArticlePower Trip: How to Journey From Overpowered to Empowered
by Christina Enevoldsen When I was a kid, The Wizard of OZ aired on television once a year. I didn’t know any families who didn’t anticipate this event. My family never missed it. We’d eat dinner...
View ArticleCracking Up Keeps Me From Falling Apart: How Laughter is Part of My Healing
by Nikki Stone “I use to think that keeping up with my appearances mattered. However, I have seen what age does to the body and quiet frankly I can’t run fast enough to keep up with such appearances....
View ArticleThe Wolf in Shepherd’s Clothing: The “Benevolent” Abuser
by Christina Enevoldsen In the dark children’s tale “Hansel and Gretal”, a young brother and sister are abandoned in the woods by their father at the insistence of their step-mother. She convinces her...
View ArticlePower Trip: How to Journey From Overpowered to Empowered
by Christina Enevoldsen When I was a kid, The Wizard of OZ aired on television once a year. I didn’t know any families who didn’t anticipate this event. My family never missed it. We’d eat dinner...
View ArticleCracking Up Keeps Me From Falling Apart: How Laughter is Part of My Healing
by Nikki Stone “I use to think that keeping up with my appearances mattered. However, I have seen what age does to the body and quiet frankly I can’t run fast enough to keep up with such appearances....
View ArticleIf I Didn’t Write, I Would Have Died a Long Time Ago
by Libbe HaLevy My abuse began when I was very young, pre-verbal. I repressed my earliest abuse in total amnesia, not even suspecting anything had happened. But from about age three, I became obsessed...
View ArticleWriting: My Power Tool for Rebuilding After Abuse
by Christina Enevoldsen For years, I didn’t realize how fragmented I felt and or how disjointed my life was. When I began to see the truth of my childhood sexual abuse, my world started to crumble. My...
View ArticlePaper Is My Safest Friend
by Jennifer Stuck I have come to believe that secrets are the enemy. They are the parasites that eat away at the human soul. We are meant to be social creatures, to share and express our complex...
View ArticleDeeper Than Skin Deep
by Patty Hite I took my bulldog Molly to the vet because she was getting skin blisters all over her body. The vet and I have been omitting different things from her in order to see what is causing...
View Article
