Why didn’t they ever try to save me? (12/73)

We would stay at the WIN House for a little over a week. During that time my mother and I would spend our days seeing the counselling staff on site. Then at night we slept in what looked like a college family dorm room but I didn’t care. We could have been sleeping on a cold hard floor and I would have been happy to be there. I felt safe at the WIN house. I knew Jack could not get us there. We were protected. I would be able to sleep those nights with the comforting thought of knowing that I would not awake with him in my room foundling me in my sleep as long as I was there. The first peaceful nights sleep I think I truly had in all the months since Jack first sexual abused me.

There were other children and mothers at the WIN house…