Healing Childhood Sexual Abuse | Incest
by Patty Hite Living in a dysfunctional home, I was taught by example how to deny and ignore the things around me. No one spoke about the fights and arguments that went on and I learned to not speak about them too. My mom did everything to protect us kids from the many women my dad had affairs with. ButRead more
by Patty Hite Last night I received a phone call from the leasing agent in Ohio who told us that we’re approved to lease her house. As much as I love the beaches and sunny days of Florida, this just never felt like home. My husband made Florida home but I have always felt like this was a temporary visit.Read more
by Christina Enevoldsen When I told people that I didn’t have any contact with my mother or father, I got some awkward responses. Some of them moved on to safer topics but some inquired in hushed tones, “Why not? What…happened?” When I was too exhausted to tell them that I was kicked out of the family for standing up toRead more
by Bethany When my last boyfriend and I began dating, we would see each other once a week. The in between times were filled with hour-long telephone calls before bed, a lot of getting to know you time and even more of the sickening, “No, I miss you more” fluff. One night the conversation led to just the right place,Read more
by Christina Enevoldsen When I was a kid, The Wizard of OZ aired on television once a year. I didn’t know any families who missed this event. My family always excitedly anticipated it. We’d eat dinner early, make popcorn and enthusiastically settle in. The Wizard of Oz is an enchanting story of a twelve-year-old Kansas farm girl, Dorothy Gale, whoRead more
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. I was about nine monthsRead more
I was afraid every day of my childhood. I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t a struggle. I struggled to fit in. I struggled to be good enough. I struggled to figure how to make people like me. Life was hard. I came from a family of four. My mom stayed home with my brother and me until weRead more