Posts Tagged ‘ incest ’

It’s Not About You, Mom

Aug 26th, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Family Rejection

by Christina Enevoldsen Yesterday was my 46th birthday. Birthdays prompt me to reflect on my life—where I’ve come from and where I am now. Some of those thoughts included the woman who gave birth to me. My mother walked out of my life a few years ago and adamantly denies that my father sexually abused […]



The Truth About My Abuser’s Threats

Jul 8th, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Discovering I'm Empowered

by Christina Enevoldsen When I was ten, I wet my pants in school. We were taking a very long test and our instructions were to remain silent at our seats. No talking, no asking questions, no moving around. Since that ruled out raising my hand to ask to go to the bathroom, and I wasn’t […]



Peace and Protection From Abuse

Apr 2nd, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Incest

by Christina Enevoldsen The sun was falling behind the trees, the wind was gusting and the child desperately sought refuge, though not from the elements. The same man who had hurt her before in ways she couldn’t understand was getting closer. The girl spotted movement in one of the houses. A woman was inside, cheerful […]



When An Abuser Dies

Mar 20th, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Incest

by Christina Enevoldsen & Bethany Bethany: A few months ago, I got word from a family member that my paternal grandmother was found unconscious in the middle of the night and rushed to the hospital. She had suffered a brain hemorrhage and was on a ventilator as her heart rate began to slow. The doctors […]



Serving Others Was a Disservice To Me

Jan 2nd, 2012 | By | Category: All Posts, Steps Toward Healing

by Christina Enevoldsen Several years ago, I had a friend whose husband wasn’t treating her right and she wavered between leaving him and staying. Some days, she’d had enough and other days, she wanted to give him another chance. I knew better than to try to give any advice. My role as her friend was […]



Understanding My Abusive Parents Didn’t Heal Me

Dec 26th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Incest

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, Discovering I'm Empowered

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 […]



The Truth About Blame

Sep 11th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Incest

by Christina Enevoldsen Blame has a bad reputation. People say it’s useless and unproductive. It’s been accused of preventing people from moving forward. It’s been blamed for keeping people in victim mentality. I was one of those people who blamed blame. I spread rumors about blame, believing them to be true. I quoted things like: […]



Is Overcoming Sexual Abuse Really Possible?

Jul 31st, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Sharing Hope

by Christina Enevoldsen I hate blood and gore, but I love watching medical shows. When they show mangled flesh, I have to cover my eyes. It’s hard to imagine all the pain the person is suffering and even if they can be saved, the struggle that recovery requires. Sometimes I think it would be easier to let the […]



My Fear of Being Alone

Jul 5th, 2011 | By | Category: All Posts, Steps Toward Healing

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, […]