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Growing Young: My Story of Sexual Abuse, Part 2

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It’s been over two years since I wrote my initial article “My Story of Sexual Abuse.” (This article is still posted on DivineCaroline). I’m now thirty-one. Life is going so fast. Friends have passed away, my precious dogs have gotten older, I’ve developed a few crow’s-feet around my eyes. Every time I read my original article, it takes me back to the day I was writing it. And even farther back to when the events took place. 


The older I get, the more I realize that I never had a real childhood; it was stolen from me. People have always told me that I have an old soul. I used to think that was a compliment. 


I’ve had so many people contact me about my article “My Story of Sexual Abuse.” I never in my wildest imagination expected such a huge and caring response. It has been beyond comforting to know that there is a community of sexual abuse survivors willing to stand up for each other. Through a horrible past can come a bright future. Even though the glue that binds us is festered, it’s still glue. And we are bound for life in this connection. Out of our misery comes strength through being united. It is this in which I find comfort. 


My priorities in life have been refocused. Every day when I wake up, I say to myself, What can I do today to feed my true and pure happiness? I’m through with trying to impress and display a false image to others, simply because my soul felt rotted. I want to surround myself with people that have beautiful souls! I want a fresh and pure existence on this earth. Regardless of what has happened to me in the past, every day I tell myself, This is a new day! A new chance to make right what was once wrong!

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