I was a pale, skinny child. Pictures of me at five and six show a thin, fair tow-headed kid. But several years later the pictures changed. I began putting on weight shortly after our next-door neighbor abused me. I don’t remember how old I was at the time. I do remember I didn’t tell anyone […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Guest blog by Dawn Scott Jones www.DawnJones.org I wish I had a different story. I wish it wasn’t one of horrific pain that left my life in a pile of ashes, filled with shame and sorrow. But I don’t have a different story. What I do have, however, is the power to decide how my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I’m not sure exactly how old I was when an older girl from our neighborhood coaxed me into her bedroom closet and quietly pulled the door closed. As I talked about the event years later in trauma therapy, I remembered the wall drilling into my skull as I tried in vain to escape. When I […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.