I considered myself savvy and educated and an advocate for peace, fairness and equality. I thought abuse was something that happened to others, not me. But it was happening to me. It had happened to me and I didn’t see the danger signs as my life careened off the road.
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As I look back, lifting the veil of memory, I, probably like so many of you, are saturated in some form of abuse, neglect and the resulting trauma – only we don’t know it. We don’t language it. It’s life. We just keep moving forward if we can. We obey authority. We endure the hardships to survive. We hear this is just how life is. We don’t know to call it abuse or neglect or exploitation or trauma – or sin. We just try to put one foot in front of the other. My earliest memory of trauma was the abandonment anxiety I felt when I first started school......
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