That’s how it started. Taco Bell at the PX in Wurzburg, Germany. Later that day, I took a dose of Dulcolax. After all, I had a whole box left. A couple of times a week turned to every other day which progressed from everyday to multiple times a day
Tag: awareness
Claiming My Truth
In telling part of my story in a very public way for the first time I was able to chip away at some of the paralyzing fear he left me with.
Checking Myself
It is easy to point out the faults of others. It is easy to analyze the societal norms and ways in which we perpetrate harm on women as a unit. As a culture. What isn’t easy is admitting that in some way you are part of the problem. It is not easy to admit that… Continue reading Checking Myself
It’s Time to Act
We can teach young girls and women ways that they can stay safe or we can start teaching men and boys not to rape.
Thanks, Mom
“In recognition of Domestic Violence Awareness Month I light this candle of gratitude for my mother, Lynn, who had the courage to leave an abusive husband with three young daughters in tow. I am certain she saved our lives, and she taught us that love shouldn’t hurt.” Every Sunday at worship at the Unitarian Universalist… Continue reading Thanks, Mom
A Case of Nerves
"The important thing about being a person with a story to tell is that you break the silence and try to raise awareness that this happens to women of all different ages, all different ethnicities, income levels, education levels — it happens in every religion, in every community." -Leslie Morgan Steiner, Domestic violence survivor and… Continue reading A Case of Nerves
A Big Day
"Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes." -Maggie Kuhn Not quite two years ago I walked into a church and it changed my life. I was not saved and I did not find Jesus, I am still an atheist, but to my surprise that is actually OK. Spending time with Unitarian Universalists, and discovering… Continue reading A Big Day
Taking a Chance
Two weeks ago when the media was buzzing about Ray Rice and the NFL's domestic violence policy, or lack thereof, I was swarmed with emotion. As a survivor of domestic violence there were triggers of victim blaming and reminders of the humiliation and fear that came with the territory when others become a part of… Continue reading Taking a Chance
My Voice. My Vision. 