Story 17

The perpetrator in my life was my mother’s 2nd husband.  She brought six children into the marriage; they had one together.  I refuse to refer to him as my “stepfather” because he was, by far, not a father in any sense of the word.  They were married for approximately 13 years.  He was an alcoholic who…

Story 16

“My brother molested me.”   Four words.  Small ones, really.  Yet, it took many years to put them together and to understand what they mean in my life, for real.   When you’re 11, you don’t have any words at all.  Something is not OK, but how can I tell anyone without any words?  …

Story 15

My sister was born when I was 2. My mother had to have a cesarean and there were some issues so she was in the hospital for 10 days. I was home alone with my father, who had me in his bed every night. He told me that I needed to be the mom now…

Story 14

My father was an alcoholic. He would abuse my mother when he had a few too many but she always forgave him afterwards when he came home sober saying it would never happen again. I was 5 when she finally had enough and kicked him to the curb. We stayed with family for a while…

Story 13

I feel empty; overwhelmed by thoughts and feelings; it feels impossible to move forward because I continue slipping back. Punishing myself for the past and present situations; believing it is and was because of me, but also knowing others played a part. Confusion and chaos churning inside eating away at me; slowly killing me. Stuck…

Story 12

I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse , physical abuse and verbal abuse . My memories are very clear , I sometimes wish they weren’t . I was verbally abused by my mother , I always remember her saying harsh words . I was fat , ugly , worthless . she told me I…

Story 11

I am a survivor or childhood domestic violence, sexual abuse, and exploitation. I don’t have a clear memory of when the abuse started, but a lot of memories good or bad begin around 7 years old when my parents were divorced. My dad was a violent man, and my mom also fought back violently. Because of…

Story 10

My mother, who had me at 17, was abandoned by my biological father before I was six months old.   When I was 2, my mother met my stepfather. She married him right away and she used to tell me that I couldn’t wait to be adopted by this man so that my last name would…

Story 9

“Here I go.” I am generally a firmly closed book and keep things close to the chest, with lots of neatly filed boxes containing all of the events of my life.  Because sometimes that is just what you have to do to make it through… Once, I was a five-year-old, sassy, loud, fiercely independent, and questioning little girl…

Story 8

Eight years ago I was on a slippery slope – a runaway train really. I was looking to fill the emptiness inside in any way possible: alcohol, relationships, denial. I was holding tightly to the rails – the rails being the bits of hope that had taken root in my heart from many Sunday school…

Story 7

I am the youngest of five. My dad was a very hard worker. Not around much. He was intelligent and excellent at any job he tackled. He just didn’t apply that to parenting. The abuse he handed out to my older siblings was scary and I tried to never get him angry. That meant no…

Story 6

My life story? It starts and ends with: self-hate. I’m so full of self-hate: everything about myself, everything I am. I’m the youngest of three children. My dad was a blue-collar worker who never got ahead. My mother was mentally ill and never worked. We weren’t poor, but we were free-lunch people living above our…