I understand how hard it is to talk about the abuse you experienced. To fear not what others think when you tell your story.
I feared the public eye for twenty-plus years. Here is a portion of my account, an upcoming memoir, Abused, Fear Not. I hope it encourages you to journal your story.
Upstate, New York, Spring 2012.
I felt unloved and ended our relationship. Afterward, I created a dating profile to search for a good man. At first, I kept the profile photos hidden, not wanting to expose my identity.
Then one man asked to see a picture, so I sent one, and he responded, “You’re beautiful, why do you hide away?”
I lived in fear of an estranged husband after fleeing for my life to a domestic violence shelter over twenty years ago, without my children.
