Posts Tagged ‘ emotional scars ’

Dating After Sexual Abuse: Is This Love?

Nov 10th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Guest Blog

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 and even more of the sickening, “No, I miss you more” fluff.  One night the conversation led [...]



The Dangers of Gratitude and a Positive Attitude

Aug 8th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen When I was a child, I was very well-behaved. I listened to my teachers and earned good grades. I got along well with other kids and followed all the rules. I obeyed my parents and did helpful things around the house. I never got in trouble except for one thing: My parents [...]



Getting Real: Can Our Survival Roles Help Us Find Our True Selves?

Jul 29th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Diablog--Multi-Person Blog

By Christina Enevoldsen, Penny Smith & Bethany I live close to Beverly Hills, the plastic surgery Mecca, where the question is, “Are they real?” I’m also a few blocks from where the Academy Awards and many film premieres are held, where celebrities smile for the cameras and wave confidently to the fans, yet we know [...]



Power Trip: How to Journey From Overpowered to Empowered

Jul 27th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

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 early, make popcorn and enthusiastically settle in. The Wizard of Oz is an enchanting story of a twelve-year-old Kansas [...]



Power Play: How To Recognize An Abuser

Jul 25th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen It was the first time in weeks since my husband and I had been on a date. Don held my hand and I rested my head on his chest while we waited in line for the planetarium show at Griffith Observatory. The young couple a few feet in front of us caught [...]



Six Million Dollar Healing: Completely Invested in the Process

Jun 3rd, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen “Steve Austin, astronaut. A man barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster.” Oscar Goldman in the opening narration to the “The Six Million [...]



My Personal Alarm System

May 9th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Guest Blog

by Patty Hite Windows and doors, set. Beep Beep, Beep Beep. Motion detectors, set. Beep Beep, Beep Beep. Alarms set. Beep Beep. Beep Beep. My husband had an alarm system put into our home and I have to say, it helps me feel safe. He is ill and getting weaker and his thoughts were for [...]



OB/GYN OMG!

Apr 29th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Guest Blog

by Bethany There I was, twenty-four years old and I’d never had a vaginal exam. I don’t like being touched in the first place, let alone being poked and prodded in my sacred areas. I had avoided the pap smear for years. Going to the doctor should be simple, right? I mean, all I had [...]



How To Support a Survivor of Sexual Abuse

Apr 7th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Articles

by Christina Enevoldsen If a friend or family member tells you he or she was sexually abused, please consider the importance of your role in the healing process. Disbelief or disinterest from loved ones can intensify or prolong trauma from abuse. It is emotionally overwhelming when someone you love and trust doesn’t believe you or [...]



My Story by Bethany

Oct 22nd, 2009 | By | Category: All Posts, Our Stories

My brother’s first memory was the adventure of crawling underneath the fence in our backyard to play with the neighbor’s dogs. I envy him. My first memory was of getting raped. I remember laying on the kitchen table with my open diaper covered in blood — an image that constantly repeats itself in my head. [...]