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Brave and unbroken: Healing begins

7/24/2018

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This weekend I had the privilege of sharing Brave and Unbroken with many of you.  I feel completely overwhelmed.  I have received many messages since the weekend regarding the book and the message of Brave and Unbroken.  My eyes tear up as I think about it and my heart races.  Nothing compares to the feeling of knowing my vision of Brave and Unbroken, is actually doing what I hoped.

When taking on a project like Brave and Unbroken, I knew I was putting my story into the world and wouldn’t ever be able to take it back.  I have shared my background and experiences at a very high level for many years, but this memoir shares details that most have no idea about.

Growing in a home of abuse forces you to never share the real you, your true authentic self.  Being sexually abused by your father forces you to constantly scan the horizon and assure you are protecting everyone around you and you are always putting yourself to the side.  Never did I think this day would come, the day when the courage to stand tall and put my life into the universe, would come.  Never did I think I would be able to muster the courage or the voice to share the truth of my soul, the truth of a child whose childhood was stolen.
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I have told everyone that has asked what the purpose of this memoir is, the purpose was simply this – to help one survivor, somewhere, find the ability to speak their truth.  Not to scream it loud, but to share with someone else.  Healing occurs when one can share their truth with even one person. That is what Brave and Unbroken is all about.
Someone recently told me, “but I am broken.” No you aren’t.  Your childhood was taken from you without your permission.  You are Unbroken and no matter what – your voice will find its way out.  Your strength and courage is deep inside of you. You are not alone.  I see you, I hear you, and I acknowledge you and your truth.
“Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option.”
 
Xo
Pennie
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Candy cane hair...

5/23/2018

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I turned 45 this past Sunday, and I now know that I can say, with the utmost certainty, I feel comfortable in my skin.

Since I was 16 I have colored my hair. Genetics are a crazy thing and gray hair started showing up at 16. I worried about being seen older than I really was and wanted to make sure my hair stayed young looking. My hair was also something I could control, in a world where I had very limited control.

Over the past 6 months I have become more lax with my hair, to the point a few months ago I went completely gray. Then I was bored with it, so I decided to go a salon. Rather than all over color, we used my gray and accentuated some fun colors.

The red highlights to my gray were for fun, I have no reason to hide the natural color of my hair, I have had people ask me where I had the gray done and how much it cost me!!

It has taken me a long time, but I am finally there, fully 100%, comfortable in my own skin. I have been criticized, chastised, belittled about my weight, my hair, my voice, who I am...I am over it.  As Brené Brown says...

"If you’re not in the arena also getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your feedback.
If you have constructive criticism you want to give me, I want it.
But if you’re in the cheap seats, not putting yourself on the line, and just talking about how I can do it better, I’m not interested in your feeback."

There is a small list of people that I care what they think, but for the rest - don't throw tomatoes from the stands - come directly down to the arena and look me in the eyes - then we will talk.


Today, a guy on the streets of Bellingham said, “Hey girl with the candy cane hair,” I turned to see who he was talking to, he stops to look at me directly, “you look great in your new car.”

Girl with candy cane hair, I finally made it...cheers to the next 45+.

Dig deep and find your “girl with the candy cane hair.”

xoxo

-p
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Child abuse Prevention month...forever and ever amen.

4/11/2018

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When you are born you are born free of pain and suffering of any type.  You are carefree. Ability to love unconditionally happens naturally, the ability to enjoy moments and take all of the world in is a part of everyday.  Then life happens and we begin to evolve into who we will become.  Events and people in our lives train us to a way of living.  We learn lessons that stick with us and make us who we are.  Children who survive chiild abuse lose their innocence and dignity and shame takes over.

It's paralyzing to carry any type of shame.  It can eat a person alive.  With child abuse, even though logic says that is isn't your fault, shame can be the reality.  Feeling broken and damaged is normal.  Being ashamed of what is happening behind closed doors, wether it be a parent or family member or someone else, is a given.  It is a reality of how a child who is being abused feels.  The grooming, the manipulation, the fear, the threats - we take shame with us throughout our lives.  We fight and work hard to overcome the shame. 

Empathy can drown out the shame.  Being able to talk about the past, being heard and acknowledged - is what breaks down the shame.  It is time to discuss child abuse, its time to talk about something that is tearing apart our children, silence can be no more.

One of the reasons that child sexual abuse thrives is because of the shame and fear associate with talking about it. The silence around child sexual abuse perpetuates the issue - TALKING ABOUT IT IS ONE OF THE BEST TOOLS WE HAVE TO PROTECT OUR CHILDREN AND TO HELP SURVIVORS THRIVE.

“Owning our story can be hard, but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it.” — Brené Brown

"When are you going to stop talking about the abuse that happened to you?" Question of the day.  I am always taken aback with these types of comments.  It was interesting, as yesterday I had just finished a podcast with Brené Brown discussing shame and showing up.  This comment I received today was anonymous and something that Brené mentioned on the podcast really resonated with me.  

She basically said that to receive anonymous comments is petty and cheap.  That folks need to show up and come into the arena and then give their feedback.  Of course I have heard it before, "Don't read the comments."  But tshe is right, to receive feedback, hateful and mean comments and to not show up fully while giving that feedback, is cheap and unacceptable.  

It is very hard to hate face to face.  Show up and say what you need to say, but do it in person.  Have the courage to stand behind what you are saying - if it is true and worthy of airtime - it will remain standing.  But I have to say that I don't care what anyone thinks.  I will take feedback from those that matter, but those that won't show up, those that are anonymous or are providing feedback from a distance - I am sorry but your opinion doesn't matter to me.

The reality is this.  Until there is ZERO child abuse in our towns, in our cities, our counties, our state, our country, our world...I won't stop talking about the abuse that happened to me.  I won't stop listening to others and hearing their story, I WILL NOT SHUT UP. It isn't going to happen.  I am not here - going through my journey to make you comfortable, I am here to help make change.  The truth always has legs and will always remain standing.

“Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn’t change the truth that I am also brave and worthy of love and belonging.”
— Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

I share these thoughts to help those who have and are struggling.  You too can overcome the horrific impacts of child abuse.  You are stronger than the abuse that you suffered.  You will know the right time.

To the rest of you...Please - hear, see and listen - victims and survivors need us to change the world. #BeLoudCSA
xoxo 

"Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option." - Pennie Saum
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Secrets & Shame

4/10/2018

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I kept a horrible secret for 20 years of my life. I muddled through all the stages of childhood wondering when the gig would be up.  There was no one to tell and those that I probably should have been able to tell, I just couldn't.  I thought day in and day out how much hurt and pain and anger they would feel.  I felt shame and hurt and never wanted to admit what was happening to me.  I wanted to share with you some reasons that children don't tell:
​Understand why children are afraid to tell.
  • The abuser shames the child, points out that the child let it happen, or tells the child that his or her parents will be angry.
  • The abuser is often manipulative, and may try to confuse the child about what is right and wrong, or tell them the abuse is a “game.”
  • The abuser sometimes threatens to harm the child or a family member.
  • Some children who do not initially disclose abuse are ashamed to tell when it happens again.
  • Children are afraid of disappointing their parents and disrupting the family.
  • Children often love the abuser, and don’t want to get anyone in trouble or end the relationship.
  • Some children are too young to understand.
We need to see with our eyes, we need to hear with our hearts - let the children be seen and heard - it may save their lives.

One phase of my childhood, my abuser had me convinced that the sexual abuse happens in everyone's home. Of course I didn't know it as abuse, just that my father was doing things to me and evidently everyone's dad did.  As the years went on I would test the water and try and tell adults in my life.  Girl Scout leader in 4th grade, girls bible study youth group leader, and a teacher.  No one heard what I said, or at least not in the context of what I was trying to say.  they couldn't read between the lines, they couldn't hear me in the true sense of the words that I was saying.

I was convinced that I needed to keep the secret, I was convinced that no one would ever hear me - no one would ever hear or see the real me.  The shame I carried was with me for a long time.  There are times shame still rears its ugly head.  The reality is, it wasn't about the sex, it was about the shame.  It was about carrying it with me forever. 

I have met many people who have dealt with shame or are dealing with shame around their childhood trauma, specifically around childhood sexual abuse.  What I know and what has worked with me as I navigated the pain of the shame was building and cultivating relationships.  It is possible to reach out for genuine connection from people that are really capable of providing it.    Finding my tribe, cultivating relationships and connecting with people.  

The other piece has been self-compassion.  Being good to myself, kind and gentle.  Talking to myself as I would talk to others.  Realizing that I was a child and that I did what I could do.  

I want this for each of you, whatever you are carrying, wahtever you have been through - be gentle to yourself, listen to your heart and give it what it needs - you have it, you do.  

And friends - shame can tear you up, but the reality is that we all carry some with us...but we together connecting, building relationships, friendships, bonds, accountability partners - this will break down the walls and build up the unbreakable.

Be Brave - You are Unbroken. 
Please drop me a note if you want to chat, we are in this together, we belong to each other.

"Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option." - pennie 
​xo
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INCEST - How Does that Word Make you Feel?

4/1/2018

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When you saw the title of this blog post, or the picture associated, what did you think?  What did you feel?  Did you want to open it up or did you want to go by the blog and move on?

​I have been working on a memoir.  As I hung up from finalizing the cover to my upcoming memoir, my son asked a question, that caught me off guard.  He reviewed the cover and then he asked, "Are you writing this book to sell or are you writing this book to help people?" I thought about his question for several moments before answering.

I said, I am hoping to help people, but if I could sell a few books along the way, that would be great too.  He said, "Well you might help some people, but no one will buy it with that word on the cover." I couldn't imagine what he meant.  That I asked what word he meant, he quickly replied, "Incest."  He spoke the word with caution, with almost a whisper.  It was just the two of us in the entire house.  I wasn't sure why he was so cautious and quiet.  

Then he explained that people do not like the word "Incest."  He informed me that the word is taboo and that it makes people uncomfortable.  He felt that I needed to change the word so that I could sell books.  I thought a few moments before responding. I realized in that moment, that my 18 year old, who doesn't watch the news much, was sharing with me what I am bothered most by our society...and he is right.  

We don't talk about incest.  My son thought most people thinks it means sex between cousins.  The official definition is the crime of having sexual intercourse with a parent, child, sibling or grandchild. (dictionary.com).  This is what my childhood was "INCEST"- yes all capital letters.  Its real, it happens and he is right, we do not discuss in our society.  

That is one of the greatest taboos, we don't talk about child sexual abuse (CSA), we don't deal with it and we don't hear from it.  Or in other words that are many that don't and can't.  The more voices we hear, the braver we become.

One of the reasons that the #MeToo movement frustrated me.  We tried to partner with #MeToo, but the reality is that people who are coming forward with me too, aren't necessarily survivors of child sexual abuse (CSA).  We are in the dark, we are in the shadows, we aren't seen and we are barely heard...solely because the topic is hard and the conversations are harder.  I ask people all the time, when they want to talk about my abuse, are they sure that they want to hear all the details.  One reporter asked why I ask that question.  

It's simple, the details are unfathomable by the human mind.  No one can understand why and how and who would do such things and its harder to believe if the perpetrator is someone they know, a person in the military, someone of authority, family and so forth.  

"Do you know how lucky you are?"  This is actually what a police officer said to me, when they arrived at my mother's home, the day that my mother called them to say that we had been sexually abused by our biological father.  I remember saying to him, "You call this lucky?"  He went on to explain that most mothers DO NOT stand by their chidlren.  They don't believe their children or they don't want to go against the man (father, step, boyfriend so forth).  Most would rather keep the man/woman rather than turn them in.  He also said, that most human beings won't believe our story of abuse or that our US Army Officer father could have done any of this to us. That incest isn't talked about and people would much rather turn a blind eye.

My son brought that all home for me that night.  The reality is that I may not sell many books with INCEST on the cover. I told my son that night, that I haven't really ever cared what people thin and I am not going to start now.  The time has come to start talking about it.  The time has come that children are heard and believed.  The time has come for my mother's reaction and proactivity to be the norm and not the exception.  The time has come that incest isn't taboo, but that it is something that we hear and discuss and listen and believe.  

As we start out April 2018, Child Abuse Prevention month - the time has come to hear the voices, help those that haven't found their voice - to find their voice and the time has come to be different and start changing by starting to talk, hear and listen.  The time has come that we survivors of child sexual abuse don't feel tarnished and shuned, but that we are tall and heard.  Its time for our voices to ring loud!

Please - hear, see and listen - victims and survivors need us to change the world. #BeLoudCSA
xoxo 

"Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option." - pennie saum
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Blessings seep through, do you see them?

3/25/2018

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My grandmother says all the time "we are blessed."  There are many times I agree with her and some that I don't.  Four years ago, today, was one of the times, I just couldn't completely agree.  My mom was at the end of her 9 month battle with lung cancer.  After months of chemo and radiation, infections, multiple pic lines, hospital stays and transfusions...she finally crossed the finish line.  It wasn't a win that I wanted to celebrate, but it was a win nonetheless.  My mom had everything to live for and fought hard and received treatment clear till we brought her home on hospice.  

Her final weeks she rode in an ambulance every day, in excruciating pain, 2 blocks from the hospital for radiation.  Her one last hope, that she may fight the disease that taking over her body.  Her perseverance showed time and time again, how much she truly felt she had to live for, her children and her grandchildren.  The same motivation that enabled her to endure so many horrific things through her lifetime.

I get asked time and time again, "how did your mother not know?' So to that I share with you one of my posts from a while ago.  "Ode to My Mother."

I will never forget when the officer showed up at the house to take our first statements regarding our abuser (biological father) and the abuse we had survived, "Do you have any idea how lucky you are?"  I remember thinking that if this is called lucky I would surely hate to see what bad luck looked like. But what he meant that day was that - our mother called the police, she confronted the abuser as soon as she found out and she was standing by our sides holding us up.  This wasn't the norm, it was often that the mother would turn a blind eye and side with the abuser, father, boyfriend or whomever that may be.  A mother standing beside her children was unusual.  This officer made sure that we were very aware of how unusual this was.

And so I present to you my post "Ode to My Mother," Mother's Day 2011.  Thank you. Thank you for your support, your love and your continued awakening. The time is now.

Ode To My Mother....5/11/2011
The topic on my heart tonight is my MOTHER.  Yep....what an amazing woman.  She has been through hell and back.  To live in the house with my abusive biological father, to do everything that she could to protect her children, to be the best Mother in the world, to be there no matter what, even to this day.  To be the best Grandmother on the planet.  She is so full of love.

OK WAIT, your saying...go ahead...what are you thinking....how could 2 children be abused in a home and the Mother not know it's simple SHE WAS ABUSED TOO!!  If you have been reading my blog you know that I didn't know my brother was being abused or that my Mother was being abused.  My brother didn't know I was being abused or that my Mother was abused and my Mother had no idea that he was abusing the 2 of us.  The one common theme for the 3 of us, is that we thought by taking the abuse ourselves no-one and I mean no-one would suffer.  BOY WERE WE WRONG.

I will never forget that fateful night when my mother called me home from work, telling me that my brother had been abused by my biological father was abusing my brother.  My brother had taken the car (no license) and gotten home too late, by the time he got home, my mother was already home from work.  There she wait for him.  She made a comment that if my brother didn't shape up he would have to go live with my father, and all hell broke loose.  They were seperated at the time and the threat of the possiblity that my brother would have to go live with this monster sent my brother over the edge.

He began to talk to tell my mother all the terrible things that had been done to him and he continued to fill her on all the things that this terrible man had done to him.  She was in complete shock.  She called me I came straight home and my brother began to fill me in as well.  I was fuming mad.  I always thought if I had a sister that this would be the case, but not a brother.  Then I couldn't bring myself to tell her he had similar to me for all these years.  She was devasted.  Like someone had tore her heart out of her chest and put it back. He was so manipulative, calculated,etc.....he had us all convinced that we couldn't talk about it or we wouldn't see eachother again, let's just say he was good at what he did.

SO needless to say over the next 3 days everything came out, the police came for interviews etc.  The only thing to this day she always said she was trying to protect us from everything....but couldn't protect her children from the inside.  She was remarkable.  Unlike a lot of mother's that go through this, my mother stood by our side.  Even the lawyers, judges, counselors, etc said that we were very luck that most mother's stand by the man, father, etc...never ever do they stand by the side of the kids.  Can you imagine a mother not supporting their children??  I was in such shock.  My mother has always been so devoted to us, can't imagine a parent not standing by their kids.

Happens more time than not I have learned.

So -- tonight's blog is dedicated to a mother that loves and cherishes her children, that is totally dedicated to them and feels so terribly guilty all of these and still about what happened.  But you know what KUDOS to my mom for taking action and making a different in tow kids's lives....THANK YOU MOTHER FOR STEPPING UP AND SAVING US.  We love you.

Love to all, praying for lives to be changed.
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"Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option." -pennie saum
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Faith

3/14/2018

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I have always been fascinated by religions. I love talking to people about their beliefs, their whys and am passionate about learning how others tick.  

I grew up in a family that had a lot going on behind the door, but the outward version of my family was pretty normal. I played sports, went to slumber parties, was in Girl Scouts, went to youth group and Sunday school. It was always required to go to Sunday school, and honestly there was a lot of fun to be had. 

I played in the church bell choir, I was an acolyte (lighting candles and other pre-service duties), went on a "choir tour" with my youth group and would attend Sunday services with my family. At a young age into my teens I went to church to be with my friends.  Social time was important.  I could hang out with my friends at all the different church things I did each week.  As the years went on I was learning about the bible, what was expected of me and believing all that was put in front of me. I felt very torn, as my brain tormented over the outward version of myself and the hidden person I had to be. I wondered if God saw what was going on, I wondered if my prayers were being heard. 

As the years went on my family went to several churches.  The abuse came out in 1993 and my abuser was sentenced in 1994. I struggled with the idea of him being forgiven and given the same opportunities as me.  I heard of his thinking he had done nothing wrong and being kicked out of treatment and labeled as the pedophile that wasn't amenable to treatment.  

I was married, had kids and put them in a private christian school. I was plugged into a church, volunteered for both the church body and for the children's ministry.  But the mental anguish over my "Christianity" and my past continued to eat away at me.  How could an all-knowing good God allow for a child to be raped, molested, sodomized, emotionally and physically abused over and over and over again.  How is that possible? I grappled with this idea for many many years.

Then came time for his prison release.  I filed for a lifetime restraining order and the reality set in that he would be out in society, doing as he pleases.  At the hearing, for the protection order, he had two "pastors" write letters on his behalf from the prison.  They stated how my abuser had made amends for his choices, how God had forgave him, and that there shouldn't be a restraining order upon him. That he wasn't a violent man and that he deserves to live his life.

The commissioner read my abusers statement.  He said how happy he was to be a grandfather and how he wanted nothing more than the family to come back together.  He hadn't done anything wrong and that he wasn't violent. That God had forgiven him and that he was walking in path of the Lord.

Again I cringed.  I was glad the Commissioner saw through the statements and granted the lifetime restraining order for myself and my children. But what resonated with me was the statements of forgiveness and how he should be able to go on about his life and have his family back.  

He made a choice.  His choices of abuse, made him lose his family forever. There was no question.  There is nothing that he can do or say to take back what he did.  I have heard it all, "Of course he's forgiven in the eyes of God." "God only gives you what you can handle." The list goes on.  

All of this writing to say, faith, I have it.  What is my faith in? Good question.  I believe that there is something bigger, I believe that I am who I am today, because of what I have been through in my 45 years on this planet. I believe and have faith in LOVE, for all people.  I have faith in strength and community.  I have faith in people.  I believe that we can come together and do things that no other species can do.  I believe in the wonder of life. 

I don't know where all of my faith comes from.  I have gone away from the church and back again and away again. I have been with God to go away from God and around and around.  Although I can't put a name on my faith or tie my faith to anyone thing - I will say that I believe we belong to each other and there there is no such thing as other people's children.  

So as I hear of people being treated unfairly, people being shunned by beliefs, people being judged because of who they love, people battling hate and discrimination - I hope and dream and wish and pray for LOVE and acceptance. For those that love and accept unconditionally, those people, impact their families, their communities, their cities, states, nations - those people become the people everyone wants to be with and around.  Those are the people impacting the world - being the change - movers and shakers.

I challenge us all to open our eyes and our hearts - and truly feel love. Teach love.  Be love.

"Being silent and hidden is no longer an option." -pennie saum
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Protecting those we love

3/13/2018

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Today is my little brother's birthday.  I remember when he was born, I was taken to North Carolina from Maryland for a bit, while my mom had him and came home to recover.  His birth was less than easy. The cord wrapped around his neck.  My mom was a petite woman. After a c-section and the challenges of his birth,  all seemed right with the world.  

I was brought back home, after some recovery time.  I was so excited to have a little brother I couldn't wait to be a big sister and help out in whatever I could.  I remember vaguely some of the fun times around 1977.  Mainly focused around the new baby.  But there was another side to those times.  There was touching and fondling, there was emotional abuse and there were games.  

As the years went on I truly believed that if I did what I was told, by my abuser, that my little brother would be safe.  I played along, did what I was told and asked of me.  I would remind myself constantly to keep things to myself, that this was one of those times that they meant by, "What happens in our house, stays in our house."  What a detrimental statement.  

The years went on the abuse continued, the occurrences of sexual acts increased, the comments and touching were always there.  In my young mind, I took on the role of protector.  He would remind me that I was keeping the family together, that my participation with him fulfilled what he was missing and that nothing would happen to our family, my mother or my brother.  I truly thought I was protecting them.  I bared it, I bared it all.

I would learn, on that fateful day in 1993, that my protecting did nothing. If anything it hurt those that I loved the most, my mother and brother.  My brother was brave that day.  He found his voice. He spoke of the abuse, of the holes in the bathroom door, the beatings, the porn and the list went on.

We both endured horrendous heinous acts, at the hand of our father, our abuser.  My mother also was emotionally abused.  My protection did nothing, but protect the abuser.  

Protecting has been a long practice that I have continued.  Only to learn the devastating effects that trying to protect those you love, can cause.  I am hear to tell you that authenticity and truth is the only true life practice.  Silence in honor of protecting those you love, silence in honor of protecting your image or your reputation, SILENCE does nothing.  

Of course as a child I only knew what I was hearing day in and day out.  I didn't know what the reality was, I was living in a different reality, a reality that existed within four walls and a door that would only open every now and then.  These were lessons I learned as a child.  Silence in the name of protection. 

Now also 45 years later - truth, voices and authenticity - the ONLY way to be.
"The time came where being silent and hidden was no longer an option." 

My hope for each of you is you will find your voice deep inside your strength.

xo - pennie
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Courageous

1/25/2018

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 #braveandunbroken
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/30-photos-larry-nassar-survivors_us_5a68bd3ce4b0dc592a0eb5f3“Little girls don’t stay little forever. They turn into strong women that return to destroy your world.” - Kyle Stephens


This past couple of weeks over a 160 survivors of Nassar spoke out.  They found their voices, stood in front of their abuser and told the court the impacts of their abuse has had on their lives. Tears, shaking voices, glares - through it all these women were able to stand tall and say "You, Nassar, didn't break me."

Abusers often blame those that they abuse, especially children.  I have heard it all, you deserved it, you asked for it, you wanted it...victims hear these things.  Then when a child speaks out - you get the "no way, he was a great doctor", "are you sure you understand what you are implying?" And the list goes on.

These abused girls - now surviving women are part of a large group of adults who have survived child sexual abuse.  This isn't something you just get over. I have heard it time and time again - it was years ago, you need to be over it by now.  Move on.  I have moved on, I have stood tall and fought everything that battles in my head, body and soul every single day.  All the things that you learn as a child - a child who is a sex slave, children who get the blunt of every adult emotion you can imagine.  We become adults and we fight sometimes daily to do what we have to do to get to the next day.  

But like anything else...we choose how we react as much as we can, to the things that happen to us in our lives.  It takes years of therapy, of soul searching, of research, of diving into our individuality and figuring out what we are going to do to have the best normal that can possibly be.

Now these women - are here, they have found their voices and they are fighting evil... They did it and they made it through - and finally a judge stood tall used her power and voice and put this pedophile away for a very long time.

Way to go WOMEN - you are brave and unbroken.

​Yes!!!! 
​https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/30-photos-larry-nassar-survivors_us_5a68bd3ce4b0dc592a0eb5f3
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Being a good kid or Consent

11/27/2017

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I was a good kid.  Most of the time I did exactly what was asked of me.  Every holiday, any celebration and every single night, I was asked to give hugs and possibly kisses to those in attendance - well family mainly, sometime family friends.  As I got older I would cringe.  I didn't want to give a hug and a kiss every night to my abuser, but that was my reality.  I knew that that activity was putting fuel on the fire.  In his mind, he was thinking that this evening routine of hugs and kisses is some how consent to the horrific things he was doing during other times of the day.

Coming into my room to fondle me, or hugging me too closely, or eventually raping me and the list goes on.  I would dread that evening routine.  I remember wanting a choice.  I remember trying to pretend that I forgot or was too tired.  But it didn't work.  It was required of me, spoken at times and unspoken at other times.  

Teaching our children about consent at an early age will protect them in ways that you may not realize.  Also teaching consent and assuring that aunt Thelma or Uncle Robert are trained up that not receiving hugs and kisses is alright and that doesn't mean that the kids don't like them or love them, just means that the child has been trained that they have the ability to choose.  They have the ability to consent to this behavior for themselves.  Gives them some control over their bodies and their being.  This process also 

Changing this expectation, teaching your children about consent from an early age, will help them know when lines are being crossed, identifying when they are uncomfortable and coming to a trusted adult for help.

If your child is comfortable and chooses to give those hugs and love on their own, that is fine, but if they reluctant, let them choose.  I do believe this doesn't give a child the right to be rude.  There are many ways to show thankfulness that don't require physical contact.  High fives, blowing kisses, fist bumps, head knod or an audible thank you - all will suffice.

Think it through help them understand and know consent.

"Being quite and hidden is no longer an option."
​-P
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