Posts Tagged ‘ Christina Enevoldsen ’

My Healing Journey: Stumbling and Getting Back Up

Jun 12th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen As the co-founder of an organization that deals with healing from abuse, I’m supposed to be very enthusiastic about healing. I’m the one who yells “Hooray!” for those small victories and I spur on the weary survivor. Most of the time, I love that. I do it whole-heartedly. But what happens when […]



Confessions of a Child Molester’s Wife

Mar 12th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen When my daughter was eight years old, she spent the night at a friend’s house. She and her friend spent hours swimming in their community pool and Bethany came home with her face, arms and legs red and burning. I was irate that the girl’s mother allowed Bethany to be exposed to […]



Chocolate-Layered Addiction

Feb 13th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen When I was ten, a psychologist who worked for the school district took me out of class to talk to me. I had always known there was something wrong with me; I knew I was different, marked in some way. I was sure that when people looked at me, they recognized that […]



Why Was I Abused?

Feb 1st, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

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 indications that I’m invested in a particular belief as a coping method is that I defend that “truth” as though my life is threatened. When I […]



I’m Re-gifting Christmas

Dec 24th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen When I was thirteen, I wanted four children. The entire reason I wanted a family of that size was Christmas. I imagined that the perfect Christmas mandated a house full of family. My children would be dressed in matching outfits and my oldest child would play the piano as we gathered around […]



My Parents Are Dead (To Me)

Dec 12th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen It would be easier to tell people my parents are dead. Orphans get sympathy; I get judgment. When I tell people that I don’t have any contact with my mother or father, it’s usually the same response: Oh, well, OH! Some of them move on to safer topics but a few of […]



What If My Family Rejects Me? Part 3

Nov 26th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Diablog--Multi-Person Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen & Darlene Ouimet Christina: The other day, I was felt unsettled about some things and, as usual, I poured out my heart to my husband. He’s a good listener, so as I processed my feelings I realized that part of the solution had me stumped and part of it I just didn’t […]



What About Forgiveness?

Oct 28th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen I started talking about my childhood sexual abuse when I was in my early twenties. I only told a few people that it was my father who abused me, but there was a common response: “Have you forgiven him?” I was from in a religious environment where forgiveness was mandatory. I was […]



Writing: My Power Tool for Rebuilding After Abuse

Oct 14th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

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 personal history and the family I thought I had was an illusion; they only existed in my mind. […]



How Can I ‘Be Myself’ If I Don’t Know Who That Is?

Sep 30th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen “In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action.  I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.” Michelangelo It’s completely […]