Words of Widsom ~ Pedophiles Don’t Love You

I sat against the wall perched on my bed now in darkness. Mangled shadows danced all around me, mocking any peace I could try to find. I could not close my eyes to the monstrous darkness. I just could not. I simply stared at the door. Possibly in anticipation of someone coming to find me,Continue reading “Words of Widsom ~ Pedophiles Don’t Love You”

Mirror Mirror ~ An Appetite for Change

What better way to start a week, but with introsepection. Healing takes a mindset of growth. As a seed becomes a plant, there is visible change. The same was true in my life. The more I healed, the more everything started to look just a little bit different. Many of my relationships in life tookContinue reading “Mirror Mirror ~ An Appetite for Change”

Words of Widsom ~ Don’t Hide the Junk

We truly are as sick as our secrets. All I learned through my childhood abuse was, don’t tell, don’t talk — try not to remember. You think that works? Nope! “We played as children do. My brother and I were close – albeit with sexual overtones. We pretended and explored a lot together. This wasContinue reading “Words of Widsom ~ Don’t Hide the Junk”

Words of Widsom ~ I Don’t Live by the Rules of This Culture

Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shameContinue reading “Words of Widsom ~ I Don’t Live by the Rules of This Culture”

Intentional Sin

It is difficult to believe that someone sets their heart on hurting a child, but it’s true. Many do! When you think of crimes against children, don’t forget all the calculations that have to be built around those acts. That is intentionality. Premeditated crimes. Thought out beforehand, these people spend a great deal of timeContinue reading “Intentional Sin”

A Price to Pay

Healing is not free. The choice to step into the arena with an incestuous family can be terrifying. That’s why many of us choose not to. Abusers win because we fear the cost to stand against them. We have to see the ordinary with them. They have created illusion around everything. Nothing is what itContinue reading “A Price to Pay”

Neglected, But Not Destroyed

Like trying to dance in a field of thorns, so it is for the broken to walk through life. There wasn’t a piece of my childhood that was protected or safe. Nothing mattered when it came to who I was. I was just meant for the pleasure, or hatred, of those I was born to.Continue reading “Neglected, But Not Destroyed”


What a label to wear around your neck, huh! Well, I’m so much more than the word indicates. As defined in Merriam-Webster, incest is “sexual intercourse between persons so closely related that they are forbidden by law to marry.” I wonder if this is the right word for children that are forced to have intercourseContinue reading “Incest”

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

There were times when I thought I was two people. One night, I might feel like a four-year-old-child, alone and desperate; the next day, I was a graduated women, full of strength and emotion. I remember a time I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom. I was compelled to get a piece ofContinue reading “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”

Plucked from the Womb

I had a fantastic counselor. I’ll refer to him as Red. Red helped guide me into change. I reflect often on the lessons I’ve learned with him and would not hesitate to call him if I needed his loving guidance again. I’ve been with him for over 15 years. He may be the longest, constantContinue reading “Plucked from the Womb”

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