I just want to remind people that I began this page to promote awareness of Childhood sexual abuse. That means reflecting on some experiences that sucked and how I have learned from them. I’m not sad, I don’t dwell, I am not a victim and I’m not in denial. I talk about some seriously depressing things because they need to be spoken of. I express my journey honestly because I want to be authentic to what Childhood sexual abuse does to those living through it and with it. I’m hoping to help shed some light on the topic, release the shame which prevents people from talking about it and hopefully save future victims by destroying the stigma, secrets and lies that have been perpetuating this madness for generations.
While it’s true that I talk about horrific things, rest assured I’m not walking around with my head down mourning my what could have been. I’m damn proud of who I am, what I do and how I’m doing it. I’m a generally happy person. I’m a rock star among 3 and 4-year-old kids and many adults enjoy my company as well. I’m not perfect and I have some bad days but talking about this doesn’t mean I’m not moving forward. Exactly the opposite. If I wanted to talk about baking cakes and rainbows shooting out of my ass I would have started a care bear awareness site. I easily could have done that. I love Care Bears. I just feel that reaching those who are hurting from abuse is a lot more important and a lot less available or easy to find than insignificant bullshit about hair treatments or the bachelor or whatever. So, I’m going to keep doing what I do. And that makes me happy.