The nightly terror is real. And so are the words...
Shhhh ... this is our little secret ... don t tell anyone.
On the outside, Lori Golden had a perfect childhood. A perfect family. A perfect upbringing. What Lori really had was a perfect house of lies. To the outside ... and within the confines of the walls.
The sexual abuse that started at the age of five for Lori Golden became a wall of silent screams. Screams that were hidden from herself and from the world for decades. Until she could do and did the tell.
When sexual abuse occurs, you are alone with your abuser, creating a unique kind of aloneness. One that is dark and sinister. You feel hopeless in the belief that you could get better, or the pain could end. Your aloneness becomes so profound that it makes you want to self-destruct, even feel suicidal.
You should embrace your story and let your inner abused child speak out. Learn how to love your child within and dedicate yourself to achieving your own personal freedom from its bondage. You lived through the worst of it as a child and survived. You can live freely once again.
Lori Golden learned that life is possible after a decade of sexual abuse. Her story ... her recovery ... and now her work as a therapist and speaker have opened doors for thousands.
#SexualAbuse #SexualAssault #Recovery Expert Lori Golden is the author of My House of Lies, a memoir about her #addiction and overcoming childhood incest. Learn more at https://LoriGoldenAuthor.com
This was a point in my recovery that I began to understand my nighttime hyper vigilance. It was awful to not know why I was so scared. When I realized I was the result of incest I felt relieved. Maybe this awful fear did not belong in my adult life.
Book Excerpt
My House of Lies: Awakening from a Childhood of Sexual Abuse
One important aspect of recovery was my developing an awareness of my hypervigilance. I had to label it, to understand the “fight/flight” response that I lived in my whole life. I watched myself gear up at night but had no clue why I was acting that way. I knew I was frightened but when I looked around, I could never identify what I feared.
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