Sexual Abuse Stories

More of us are coming out of hiding to reveal sexual abuse stories. In 1955, when I was sexually abused, sexual abuse stories remained locked in the victim’s heart, mind and soul. That’s where mine remained until I lost custody of my son. In my memoir, Following the Whispers, I explore a soul-searing question: what was wrong with me that I could lose custody of my child? Similar answers to the ones I found can be heard in sexual abuse stories across the land: being sexually abused alters your DNA.

I was seven when a stranger reached inside my panties while touching me all over. Afterwards, I was told I was lucky I wasn’t raped. Sexual abuse stories about rape describe scary and frequently violent experiences. The physical sensations I experienced when the stranger molested me were pleasant. The emotional and spiritual feelings, however, were not. And the aftermath, like most sexual abuse stories—my mother’s reaction when she found out and the subsequent trips to police headquarters and later on, court—were terrifying. Unable to deal with the confusion, and with no one to talk to as the years went on, I froze inside myself, making inaccurate assumptions about my appearance, my sexuality, and ultimately my sense of worth. Now this is becoming one of many published sexual abuse stories.

It has taken a lifetime to uncover the emotional, psychological, and spiritual impact being sexually abused had on me. That impact and how it played out is not insignificant, although there may be thousands more sexual abuse stories more horrific. In Following the Whispers I examine other factors that influenced my development, unlike other sexual abuse stories which focus primarily on one aspect. Following the Whispers is that story and shows how I recovered my original DNA.

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