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... Continue Reading →

For weeks after Easter I felt horrible. Like I wanted to be able to crawl out for my own skin. I felt dirty and gross after what he did to me. Before I knew it the weeks turned into months. The incidents of sexual abuse would continue weekly for a couple of years. Everyone act more... Continue Reading →