I’m thinking that here, each week, I will write about some aspect of being an adult survivor. Being myself, in my grown-up woman life, and having the gifts and challenges that I do, in part, because of what I survived as a child. I hate being a survivor of sexual abuse. Of incest abuse by my father, particularly. And yet, I love who I am. I love who I am becoming since I faced that truth. My life is more true. I am more myself, with more people these days. I no longer feel this sense of secret badness, dirtiness and shame every day. I used to have this constant internal stress to disprove the ..read more