The Club
I was here again in Colorado, staying in my stepsister’s depressing bedroom with the same intention as I had in 1968 when I returned to my parent’s home in an attempt to heal the never-ending rift between us. Dad worked as a pharmaceutical representative, and all of...
Compassion for Me, Compassion for My Daughter
As a mother, there is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing my daughter suffer. Last week, after spending a couple of days in my bed, not talking, not really moving either, she was curled up in a ball, sobbing her emotional pain out. I sat by her side, silent. I...
Overcoming Threats From Your Abuser
My name is Elizabeth and I am a survivor of CSA and horrific trauma. Abuse and fear are all I can remember from my childhood. I was a sex toy, loaned out for the pleasure of my so-called father’s and his pedophile friends’ enjoyment from his sports club. I was...I Think She Died of a Broken Heart
Mom died in July 1960 at the age of 42 when I was 9 years old. My father remarried a year later. They said that it was a heart attack. Later in life, my oldest brother, Mike, and I would speculate for hours on end over glasses of wine about whether she had taken her...Healing Your Wounded “Inner Child”
A child that has suffered trauma and abuse in one form or other has had to adapt to the stressors and hurt. It doesn’t matter if the abuse was emotional, physical, or sexual, that child has been damaged in his or her development. In an abusive environment, a...Follow, Like, & Share!
