When I was a little girl.

A lovely and important message.

NOT MY SECRET...overcoming the shame of sexual abuse

I remember going into the kitchen where my mom was and trying to get the words out. When you are a child or young teen you can not process adult things in your child brain. I couldn’t find words to tell her what I desperately needed to tell her. I had been broken down for years through manipulation and coercion, through fear and repetition of abuse. I was just a child but I needed to somehow tell the words that a child isn’t supposed to know. I made a peep.barely a peep. A peep of words that indicated something sinister was going on. One sentence was all I was able to get out. I had so much shame back then. I had so much embarrassment. I had no idea that those were not my own, but put on me, and I was not to blame for what happened to me…

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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