A few years ago I was married to my third abuser, living part time in a women’s shelter, suicidal and filled with despair. Today I’m the happiest person I know. What happened? What did I do? I resolved the problem. Sound simple? It isn’t, but then it wasn’t easy to…
Today I came across this short story I wrote many years ago and thought I’d share it with my Internet friends. Jerry Bennett was my best friend in the fifth grade. He had blond curly hair and freckles and a lanky body that looked as if it had been put…
Marjorie had just had her third birthday and was feeling very grown up. Across the living room, Rusty, their long haired mutt lay beneath the black and white stove, his body propped against the legs that looked like claws. Bread was in the oven and the smell drifted throughout the…
As the founder of The Lamplighters, an international movement for recovery from incest & childhood sexual abuse, I receive many emails from people who were sexually abused as a child telling me of what happened to them. Some of their stories are so horrific that I have a hard time…
We all have triggers. They fill our day, often on an unconscious level. It might be pleasant triggers such as walking past a bakery brings back memories of visits to our grandmother who loved to bake. It may be unpleasant triggers such as watching a child get spanked in public…
