Surviving Sexual Trauma

It was March 11th, 2004. It was a normal day in our quaint suburban New York home. We were just getting over our recent transition. It was more than 6 months that my grandmother died. She was the glue that held everything together. She always said “Family should never keep secrets from one another”, but [...]

Dialectic #1: Journaling My Trauma to Recovery.

Some days is more unbearable than others.  A barrage of fleeting pictures, memories of yesteryears desired to be forgetten, flooding my mind one episode at a time. It’s easily triggered by an unintentional gesture,  a loving caress from my partner, a conversational walk down memory lane or as simple as walking into my parents’ bedroom.
The mere [...]


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I am survivor of childhood molestation. I was abused by my older cousin from age 6-10. When I admitted to my parents over a decade later on the abuse I was shunned by my mother and ignored by my father. I remain in minimal contact with both my parents, but I know their attitudes of denial fester an enabled pedophile who may be striking again. Anytime, I try to discuss the topic, they change the subject or play deaf. I was a victim of Stockholm because I felt my world couldn’t exist without my parents nor my cousin. But as each day passes that I am seperated from them, I stand stronger on my own two feet.

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