storytelling
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Exposing secrets can tear families apart. But hear me out, it can also bring them closer together. I’ve lost a lot of family members – pretty much all of them aside from my sister and mother. It’s been a long and lonely and painful road but there are so many upsides. It’s freed me up…
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We truly are as sick as our secrets. All I learned through my childhood abuse was, don’t tell, don’t talk — try not to remember. You think that works? Nope! “We played as children do. My brother and I were close – albeit with sexual overtones. We pretended and explored a lot together. This was…
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Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shame…
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Oh the time I spent courting and tending to my pain. It was with me as a lover, as an intimate friend. It was all I ever knew – once. I served my pain with decadent (or not so decadent) food! Sometimes I would gorge myself with it for hours. I would bring it wine…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: Healing is truly a journey — not a destination. In other words, there is no end to getting and being better, right? So often I hear stories from victims of childhood sexual crimes and they are just at the beginning of opening…
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We all have them. Physical scars. Emotional scars. Spiritual scars. They represent having survived a harm that has been done, a damage inflicted, but they also represent a healing has occurred, don’t they? To have a scar is not so much about what you survived, as it is about how you have healed from an affliction,…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: I hold no contempt for my family of origin. I do not feel they are beneath me, worthless or deserve scorn. Living by them in childhood I knew something even then — they were prisoners to desires they could not control. They…
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When I lived at home with my father, I was favored. His favor included being backhanded when I showed the slightest sign of disobedience, rape, sodomy and playing the game Risk. Oh, my family envied my favor with my father. You see, growing up in a home where the only attention you receive is abuse,…