“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
“I hadn't seen him in nearly 13 years, he was 4 years old then, but everything seemed to fit… I slowly walked over to him, and his family. I slowly approached him, and when he looked at me... I shattered the ice."
"How do good parents miss child sexual abuse? It is simple. By not asking the right questions. Try to remember to make these 5 questions a consistent habit."
"Literally, what he did was rape me, every week, at least once a week, until the time I was 18. My father, who I was supposed to be able to trust, who was supposed to keep me safe, raped me a minimum of 200 times."
“I didn’t really know... I was afraid to ask, as a mother, because it would be painful to hear. But I felt I had to ask, and I wanted to share with you."
