Posts Tagged ‘ feeling alone ’

My Fear of Being Alone

Jul 5th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen I wrote a fictional story about a little girl being sexually abused by her father. It was for a project I was working on and I didn’t intend for it to be autobiographical, but when I came to the part where the child was lying in bed listening for her tormentor’s footsteps, […]



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 […]



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 […]



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 Christina Enevoldsen

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

I feel like most of my life has been an effort to wake up from a nightmare.  I had a desperate need to escape to the light of day, to free myself from the strange dreamworld of an alternate reality. I don’t remember thinking about sexual abuse until I was about fourteen or fifteen.  I […]