This is a first person clear and powerful account of child abuse (physically & mentally), child rape, sex trafficking, child pornography, and torture; and how one girl grew into a woman, who not only worked to overcome such horrors, but had such a determination, she went on to become a doctor. A licensed successful psychologist, helping others make the transition from fear to love. As a survivor of child rape myself and someone who works with other survivors, I find this book to be a beautiful mix of personal testimony and psychological treatise on the elements necessary to heal from the trauma of sexual abuse. It will quite simply explain you to you. Continue reading Scared Selfless
This is so very true. As children, learning, we have poor judgement and therefore make mistakes, but we are to learn right from wrong in those mistakes, take responsibility for ourselves and mature. In this, our repeated actions, are what shape our character. They write on our slate and define who we are to everyone around us. We either choose to do right or we choose to do wrong.
You can say anything about yourself, just as others can say anything about you but it’s not what you say or what others say, it’s what you do. “Your actions” that show everyone who you are. Continue reading What Kind Of Light Do You, Yourself, Shine On The World?
There are a group of people who are currently lobbying for grandparent rights. Visitation rights, specifically.
They claimed June 14th as ‘their’ day.
Flag Day, in the US, has now been co-opted by folks who have their own agenda, and frankly, it’s a frightening one.
So I’ve had a few days to get my thoughts together on the Duggar story that is all over the news. A couple of people have asked me to share my two cents so here it is: Continue reading The Duggar Girls Were Preyed On By Their Parents After Being Sexually Abused
I am often asked why I don’t associate with my birth mother, my brother, and two of my half-brothers. The conversations all start with, “How is your…?” To which I reply, “I’m not really sure, I haven’t seen them or talked to them in years”. Then I am asked “Why?” To keep it simple, I just say that we took different paths in life, which sums it up in a nutshell, but that never seems to be an acceptable answer, because as soon as it’s said, the interrogation begins. At this point, I usually just say that the house I grew up in was abusive so I walked away, so I wouldn’t become a product of that environment. I am then told, in so many words, that it’s sinful and wrong that I’ve cut off ties with my family; that it doesn’t matter that they were or are abusive to me, the proper thing to do is be patient and tolerant of their sins.