Posts Tagged ‘ healing sexual abuse ’

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

May 24th, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

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 [...]



Understanding My Abusive Parents Didn’t Heal Me

Dec 26th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen After I watched the movie, “The Joy Luck Club”, I felt hollow and sad. The feelings haunted me for days. In the story, four daughters struggle against their emotionally abusive mothers until they discover their mothers’ difficult and tragic pasts. Through understanding, the daughters begin to appreciate their mothers’ trials and their [...]



Forgetting About Abuse: Who Does That Really Serve?

Oct 30th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to fulfill it.” George Santayana Recently, I warned a close family friend that his children weren’t safe around my dad, who molested me for most of my childhood. The friend was silent for a moment. He’s known about my abuse for years; he doesn’t [...]



Healing From Sexual Abuse: Celebrating My Victories

Oct 23rd, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen When my two-year-old grandson accomplishes anything—big or small—he celebrates.  Benjamin gets a huge grin on his face and claps his hands vigorously when he goes potty on the toilet. When he puts all his toys away, he jumps in the air and shouts, “I DIT IT!” He doesn’t hide how delighted he [...]



Why Was I Afraid of Healing From Sexual Abuse?

Oct 20th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Guest Blog

by Penny Smith I had admitted to myself that I had been abused. I reached the point that I was tired of the way I was living. I wanted something more. I knew I had to deal with the effects of abuse if I ever wanted anything to change. I wanted to heal….so, why then [...]



Dating After Sexual Abuse: Who Was I Attracting?

Sep 25th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Bethany's Blog

by Bethany Ruck I grew up watching Disney movies, dreaming that one day I could be the heroine of the story or wed a handsome prince. I yearned to live out an epic romance, where I would be swept off my feet by a loving man. I wanted a guy to see me and think, [...]



Overcoming Sexual Abuse: My Healing or My Marriage?

Aug 23rd, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Christina's Blog

by Christina Enevoldsen I saw myself standing next to a long line of people waiting to have their requests fulfilled. I wasn’t in the line; I was standing to the side, waiting for permission to get in the line. I wasn’t sure if it was the sea of humanity who decided if I was allowed [...]



Stand-In or Star: Taking Center Stage in Your Healing

Mar 17th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Articles

by Bethany Ruck A friend of mine used to be a stand-in on a network show. While the actors were in their trailers, he stood in front of the camera. He was examined from every angle while the crew perfected the lighting and worked out the camera positions before filming. But when the time came [...]



UNDERprotected

Feb 26th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Bethany's Blog

by Bethany Ruck I had to cover my eyes during kissing scenes in movies until my teens. I couldn’t ride my bike more than two blocks away. All of my friends had to be approved. My mom would check all of my essays to make sure they were perfect before I even turned in a [...]



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 [...]