The truth is from the time my father started going to church when I was eleven years old very quickly my family’s life changed. As I said in another post it changed for the worst. From twelve years old till I was eighteen I suffered mental, physical, and spiritual abuse. I was never molested but I was fondled when I was eleven or twelve by a teenage female. It wasn’t consensual but she quickly stopped and I never mentioned it till in therapy in my forties. My Mom and siblings all suffered as well but I believe it’s their story to tell. I’m ending journaling about the details of the time from twelve to 18 because I really don’t want to relive it right now because I’ve had therapy and spoken out loud things I had blocked in my mind. I will write about my recovery because I can link it to things that happened that I am able to now understand was the result of abuse. I really want this to be a journal of my recovery.

I’ll add that my siblings and I even after leaving home went on to suffer abuse and more that I will mention at times. But I can say with confidence at this time we’re healing and we’re no longer in abusive relationships or situations.