tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45227739777476086762012-02-16T03:00:13.757-06:00"Every day I am amazed by where the past five years have taken me, and these passages have revealed to me that on some level, I always knew where I was going."Jocelyn Everetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07326691447154830963noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4522773977747608676.post-26679440925659393012010-12-10T20:03:00.004-06:002010-12-10T20:10:57.324-06:00

It occurred to me today that it has been almost exactly 6 months since my last post.For personal reasons, I ceased posting publicly earlier this year. I am not sure when my next blog entry will be, but I have not stopped writing altogether. And I am anxiously awaiting the day when I can share the most recent part of my journey with you.2010 has definitely been interesting. Here's to 2011.-Jocelyn

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In the last six years, I’ve done a lot of work. I’ve suffered through flash-backs, nightmares, and panic attacks. I’ve been to individual counseling and group therapy. I’ve screamed, cried, self-medicated, journaled and blogged. I’ve learned to differentiate between those I can trust and those to whom I should close myself off. I’ve learned when and how I should share my experience, that life is

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Today I received a blast from the past. A huge, explosive, monumental kind of blast. The kind that knocks you to the ground, then repeatedly kicks you in the stomach.I wonder what will come of this.What will happen next? If I choose not to respond, will he disappear- never to be heard from again? I suppose that's pretty doubtful. After all, it's been nearly 10 years already. Though, clearly, he

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"Maybe there's something you should learn from this."How many times have I heard those words? Every time things have gone wrong, every time someone has let me down or done something hurtful- there's always "something to learn." Throughout my life, I've collected a number of lessons. Some of them are quite valuable and have helped me- but some weren't really lessons at all. They were, quite simply

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Sometimes what seems impossible to find is right under our noses.If you have been following my blog for the last several months, you will have noticed that I have focused on a single issue: child sexual abuse. I have been asked a number of times why specifically sexual abuse as opposed to emotional or physical, and the answer is simply that this is the type of abuse that is discussed the least.

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...quickly through the forestand over the sea,past the storm cloudsbeyond nightmares or dreams-the winds of change are upon us.Days gone byI've been reading lately about the history of our culture, and I realize now what a narrow view I have had my entire life. Here I've been thinking that we're stuck in a rut- unwilling to change. But that assumption could not be further from the truth. We're

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Dear Readers,There may come a day when the people who have hurt you the most will be staring you in the face. Not because you went looking for them, but because they came to find you.They may not have come because they wanted to hurt you. They may not have come because they wanted to be your friend. But they definitely will have come to be near you.Because the weak can see the strength in others.

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How do you leave the past in the past when it forcibly enters your present?I’m not really looking for an answer or a discussion about it. Just putting the question out into the universe. How am I expected to deal with this? After years of healing old wounds inflicted by people who don’t give a crap about how I may have turned out, they’ve come back to cause more pain? Could that really be the

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Fear: a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined.Fearing the pastI've been thinking today about fear. There was a time when I was afraid to remember. Not just afraid- terrified. I just knew there was so much there that I couldn't handle, couldn't deal with, couldn't move past... The list went on and on. I was afraid that if I saw

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Today I held a little girl less than an hour after she entered this world. And I was overcome by a range of emotions, but mostly... utter amazement. It occurred to me that more than anything else, all I wanted to do was be there for my friend's new child. I wanted to protect her, teach her, and love her. And it is a truly amazing thing to be able to feel that strongly about someone you've only

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"Waitingstanding stillholding my breathtill I'm told to exhale"It's been a long time since I felt this calm. It seems as though someone pushed a giant pause button allowing me time and room to breathe. Funny. Just a handful of years ago, this was exactly what I asked for. I'm reminded of things I've written over the years. Journals during and after therapy. Times when I used to wake up at 4 am

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So many moments in the past two and a half months have felt magical. As if I was following the path perfectly, never losing sight of where I was supposed to go or which steps I should take. If I even considered veering, it would suddenly become very difficult- so I’d go back, without a doubt in my mind that it was the right thing to do. At every turn, as soon as I’d think, “What’s next?” the

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After quietly contemplating these past couple of months, I have decided that it’s time. Time to share. Time to read what others wish to share. It is time to find each other. To truly know that we are not alone in this.The BeginningIt started with a blog. I was finally able to write it all out- the basics, the essential parts of my past. I was given a way to present them so that they were succinct

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Through the tunnel vision of the present, we can only see what is in front of us. What stares us in the face. And most of the time, it makes little to no sense to us at all. Because when we only see life in pieces, we miss what makes those pieces fit together.FaithAs a small child I was taught to have faith. To trust that God would protect me from harm and that I would be kept safe. It took one

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Virus: Any morbid corrupting quality in intellectual or moral conditions; something that poisons the mind or the soul.Disease: A condition or tendency, as of society, regarded as abnormal and harmful.The PlagueToday I visited the news websites of NBC, ABC, CBS, and FOX. I typed “child abuse” into the search engine on each site and found countless articles and videos detailing missing children

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Denial is a powerful thing. So powerful in fact, that it prevents us from seeing what has been staring us in the face our entire lives.The Bottom LineAs of 1987, at least 39 million survivors of childhood sexual abuse existed in America.As of 1997, 1 in 5 women and 1 in 6 men had been sexually abused before the age of 18.In 1997, 1,054,000 children were confirmed by child protective services

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I have decided to follow in my little sister's footsteps and join in a writing exercise chronicling the intense and incredible journey I have been on my entire life. I do not regret a single step of it. Before I delve in, allow me to share where I am today.Today:Today I am happy. I have a job that supports me and allows me time and energy to do theater, which I love. I have a handful of

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