Sooo, telling my story…
I was a kid, a vulnerable, lonely kid that desperately needed attention from parents: one who was abusive (not sexually) and the other who was passive and distant. At 12, my adult sister was killed in a tragic accident that left the family in disarray and shock. For the youngest kid in the family who craved attention I now would receive even less. This of course was on top of the fact that I too was in grief over the loss of my sister whom I looked up. Enter my abuser.
I guess I will do this is phases… more to come when I am ready.
WoR Sequoia Alumni, April 2010