2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

Saturday, September 5, 2015

I Need To Break The Stigma Of Shame. Part 1

I don't know how I'm going to do it though. One "I Love You" at a time?

The stigma of shame that perpetuates secrets and lies.

The secrets and lies that kill.

The secrets and lies that destroyed my relationships with my FOO+ (family of origin and relatives).

It's not the abuse in my childhood that made me the pariah in the family, it's the secrets and lies about it; it's the never talking about it.

I'm trying to tell you that there is no shame in what happened to me, and that I know, as a reasonable person that I can't be the first one ever to be abused in the entire ancestry. But that I can be the first to break the silence and help end the cycle of abuse.

To Be Continued...