Okay–this is where it gets hard. My biggest goal in all of this is to not fear vulnerability and intimacy in relationships–including the one I have with Jesus. I have been on a healing journey for quite a while now. I have had stops and starts. Victories and set-backs. Even so, not everyone in my life knows that I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. In fact, I would venture to say that most don’t know. Even less people know I have dealt with and continue to deal with the ravages of PTSD and depression and the personal isolation that it creates. Why? Well, first, it’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Second-secrecy. We don’t talk about sex well in society, and we certainly don’t talk about sexual exploitation of minors. So it puts everyone in their own corners–those of us who have been abused and those of us who haven’t and those of us who know someone who has been abused, but don’t know what to do. And the people in these categories don’t meet up very often. It’s an important task to be in relationship with each other–to engage each others’ stories–even if we can’t make sense of it. Even if there are no words to say. Especially when our stories don’t fit neatly into societal norms.
I have felt a deep calling to tell my story. To engage with others in their story. No advice to be given, no steps to recovery, no cliches tossed about. Just genuine listening to each other. Rejoicing in breakthroughs and mourning losses together. Come on with me! I will share some of mine–and hopefully one day you will have the courage to engage your own story and find fullness with others as we create a community of empathic journey-ers.