I am a writer, an editor, and publisher with a background in clinical social work and neurodegenerative research. I am a mother, a wife, pansexual, dyslexic, living with Bipolar II, and fibromyalgia. I am an artist, an avid reader, and lifelong advocate for social justice.
I am also a sexual abuse survivor.
Like many sexual abuse survivors, I kept my story to myself for many, many years. For decades, I only shared my story with the people I was most emotionally and physically intimate with.
Partially my silence was to protect the innocent who could still be hurt by the fallout of my story, partially because of shame, partially because I told myself that what happened to me wasn’t so bad compared to what has happened to so many others, and partially because I didn’t want to be viewed as damaged. I didn’t need, or want, anyone’s pity.
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