Posts Tagged ‘ disclosing abuse ’

How I Took Control of My Life by Reporting My Sexual Abuse

Sep 13th, 2015 | By | Category: All Posts, Discovering I'm Empowered

When I was nineteen, I finally shared the secret I’d kept all my life—that my dad had sexually abused me for most of my childhood. My parents had recently divorced so the fear that my disclosure would end their marriage no longer applied.

My mom knew of another girl my dad had molested before my mom met him so she offered to go with me to report him. I told my mom that I didn’t want to take action out of vengeance. Looking back, the truth was much more complicated.

My dad had controlled so much of my life up to that point, even more than I realized. I was groomed for so long to protect him, even at my expense. Telling my mom about the abuse was one thing, but telling the police was another.

Soon after I broke my silence, I confronted my dad. He admitted to what he’d done, but blamed his parents instead of taking responsibility for the years of abuse.

I Blamed Myself For My Abuse Since I Didn’t Tell

May 24th, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Steps Toward Healing

by Christina Enevoldsen When my daughter was nineteen and her father and I were in the middle of a divorce, she shared the horrible truth about what her dad had been doing to her for most of her life. As I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I had been completely blind […]

What If My Family Rejects Me? Part 2

Aug 30th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Family Rejection

by Christina Enevoldsen & Bethany My daughter, Bethany, and I were both sexually abused by our fathers and were strongly opposed by our family when we dared to seek justice for her abuse. We’re sharing how we came to terms with our grief and how we learned to meet our needs apart from our family. […]

How Do I Disclose My Abuse?

Aug 19th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Steps Toward Healing

by Christina Enevoldsen I talk about my childhood sexual abuse very publicly now, but I didn’t start there. The first time I ever told anyone I’d been abused it didn’t go very well. For years, I’d repressed most of my childhood memories when suddenly, in my early twenties, I knew I’d been abused. The knowledge […]