Personal Stories

Within each victim of child sexual abuse there lies a story. It is a story that has severely impacted who we are today. We are family, friends, associates, employees, and our stories bring hope to those who are at every stage of their journey of recovery. So many of us have never told our story because we thought no one would believe us. Maybe we thought that it was our own fault that these vile events happened to us and that there isn't any point in reliving them. It is BECAUSE of these thoughts that we need to break the silence and share our experiences. From each other we will draw inspiration and courage and from that courage we will gain a voice that will be heard by other victims to inspire them on their journey to recovery. Sharing your story will not only help others; it will help you! . To read the entire story, simply click on its title

My Story

Over the years, I have written my story so many times in the hopes of healing, but that hasn’t occured as of yet. With each new re-write, there’s always the hope that now, perhaps this time, it will come. My name is Jacqui, and here is my story. My mother, Helene, was a teen and […]

Little League Coach

Growing up my dad was not around a lot and we lived near our Grandparents. So my grandfather, Poppop, was our male role model and protector. We were always different and as such we got picked on a lot. For years my Mom told us fighting was bad and if we did get into a […]

Mr Angry

I do not recall Mr Angry entering my life but I remember being shocked when I was told that he was not my ‘real’ dad. I remember Mr Angry as an angry man who seemed to enjoy beating my mother and hurting me. His influence on my life was negative in the extreme and it […]


My life started back in 1970. I was around 6 months old when my siblings and I were taken away from our birth-mom, due to abuse and neglect. My twin brother and I were placed into foster care together. I am still having problems remembering that part of my abuse, but I do know at […]

My Grandmother’s Ring

My father had been going through my grandmother’s things and he sent me her engagement ring. He also sent some little pieces of jewelry and some pictures. But it was the ring that had my attention. She was in her 90’s when she died so the ring has to be 70 years old or more. […]