abuse victims
-
Angels eat. Did you ever think about that? When God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah two angels arrived at Sodom in the evening to accompany Lot. Here’s the story. 20 Then the Lord said, “The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so grievous 21 that I will go down and see if what they have done is as bad…
-
In a home of incest I always felt like I was acting. I was given a role in the cast but I was never given a script. It’s a terrible way to live unless your reality is miserable and cannot be talked about. Performers of the grandest kind often come from homes of neglect and…
-
What does deity stand for? It is any supernatural being worshipped as controlling some part of the world or some aspect of life or who is the personification of a force. A personification of a force? This sounds like a description of every abuser I have known. They play God in the life of their…
-
In a home of incest I always felt like I was acting. I was given a role in the cast but I was never given a script. It’s a terrible way to live unless your reality is miserable and cannot be talked about. Performers of the grandest kind often come from homes of neglect and…
-
Typically, a pilgrimage is a physical journey to some place of special significance. The path of incest is such a journey. I’ve seen it far too many times. Pedophiles all seem to sound much the same. Their arguments are similar – filled with deceit and lies, and their pride is unmatched. They tear at the…
-
There were times when I thought I was two people. One night, I might feel like a four-year-old-child, alone and desperate; the next day, I was a graduated women, full of strength and emotion. I remember a time I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom. I was compelled to get a piece of…
-
When insatiable pain enters my soul, I’m perplexed with indecision. I can run away from it or I can try to devour it and end it’s sting. If I don’t outrun it, then it finds me. If I try to look at it, it overtakes me. These feel like two really bad choices. I hate…
-
There were times when I thought I was two people. One night, I might feel like a four-year-old-child, alone and desperate; the next day, I was a graduated women, full of strength and emotion. I remember a time I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom. I was compelled to get a piece of…