Posts Tagged ‘ facade ’

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, Bethany Ruck & Penny Smith 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 [...]



The Wolf in Shepherd’s Clothing: The “Benevolent” Abuser

Jul 26th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen In the dark children’s tale “Hansel and Gretal”, a young brother and sister are abandoned in the woods by their father at the insistence of their step-mother. She convinces her husband that the whole family will perish unless they reduce the number of bellies to feed. Lost and starving, the children find [...]



No More Lies

Apr 5th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Bethany's Blog

by Bethany Ruck I’m now being forced to look at my childhood for what it was, not the pretty picture I imagined it to be. For years I convinced myself that I had a good childhood, despite all the abuse I endured. Then I remembered that the good times were really just a cover for [...]



My Story by Bethany Ruck

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. [...]