Beginning a New Life

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

I had graduated high school near the top of my class and immediately started working a full-time job at CVS. One of my duties was to take the daily deposit to the bank. After a few weeks, one of my friends at the bank introduced me to a loan officer. A very nice looking man with a sports car. Broch had a streak of sadness that I picked up shortly after we met and he was drinking wine to the point of intoxication almost nightly. Continue reading “Beginning a New Life”

Spotlight

Priest

Spoiler Alert (I will be writing about the movie, Spotlight, giving detailed accounts of the movie)
The 2015 dramatization, Spotlight is a factual story first brought to light by The Boston Globe in 2002 regarding the child sexual abuse cases committed by some of the Roman Catholic priests and nuns in Boston, MA. The film won the Best Picture Award at the 88th Academy Awards with flawless performances and brilliant direction. Continue reading “Spotlight”

In The News

Kyle Parker of Spencer, Indiana pleaded not guilty on March 29th, 2015 to the charges of murder, rape, child molesting, strangulation and more of a fifteen-month-old little girl, Shaylyn Ammerman. Parker was a friend of the child’s uncle and was in the grandmother’s home earlier that evening where Shaylyn was staying.

Parker allegedly confessed to the murder to a relative the same evening he was jailed. However, Parker pleaded not guilty to the charges to a judge the next day.

An autopsy was performed by Donna Stewart, who specializes in pediatric autopsies in Louisville, Kentucky. She said, “it was the worst case of sexual trauma” that she’d seen in her career.

The School Bus Driver

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Gary

I was date raped at thirteen by a twenty-three-year-old man that drove my school bus. He was my first true love. He was married and in the process of divorce, or so he told me. He flirted with me and was so good-looking. I was easily taken in with his charm and gorgeous sky blue eyes. I would tell my parents I was going to the Friday night school dance and instead meet Gary and he would take me out one of the ridges and find a deserted lane to park. Continue reading “The School Bus Driver”

Give It Up and Move On

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Sad Girl

Easier said than done for many cases of abuse. Abuse can affect a person for their entire lifetime. Faulkner wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” How true it is for so many cases of abuse. Continue reading “Give It Up and Move On”

In Darcie’s Own Words

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link. I really wanted my readers to hear for themselves from Crystal and Darcie. Crystal is 65 and still living. Darcie however, passed at 58 years old from congestive heart failure. I very fortunately just found a letter she has written to her Heavenly Father about our childhood. I’d like to share that letter with my readers.

woman in black

Fearful, hate, disgust, needing his approval, wanting his love, but never getting it—scary at times. The times he did spend with us sober were fun, but mostly I remember him drinking and fighting and me being afraid of him, wanting to get away from him. Him hurting my dogs, always threatening to get rid of them or shoot them. I loved and protected my dogs with my life. They loved me because I took care of them. Continue reading “In Darcie’s Own Words”

Crystal’s Memories of Dad

Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.

Boat at River

Our Dad was a mean drunk. He would leave us in the car outside a bar for hours on end. I was thirteen at the time, and Dottie was 7 and traumatized on a regular basis. Dottie was always afraid he’d wreck the car on the way home and we’d all end up dead, or in the creek. Like I said, “I was thirteen years old when Dad decided to give me a crash course on driving and have me to drive home because he was too stinkin’ drunk to drive. I was never so afraid in all my life. He sat up front with me and Darcie and Dottie was in the back seat. Continue reading “Crystal’s Memories of Dad”