Posts Tagged ‘ worry ’

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 [...]



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 [...]



Preparing to Heal from Sexual Abuse

Apr 19th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Articles

by Christina Enevoldsen Does time heals all wounds?  I’ve heard many survivors of abuse try to soothe themselves by saying, “Soon, this will pass.” It does take time to heal—and lots of it. But time alone won’t repair the soul mutilation of abuse anymore than it will repair the destruction caused by an earthquake. Sexual [...]



In the Quiet Place

Apr 6th, 2010 | By | Category: All Posts, Guest Blog

by Bethany Today I was dealing with a lot of the preparation for my upcoming trail and found myself filled with an overwhelming anxiety. The kind where you shake from your core, and you don’t know whether to cry or scream. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I got [...]



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. [...]