Family of God: Re: [FamilyofGod] Why Was My Voice So Small?

Hi ThomH,

Someone in my family got his life destroyed because of it. I am aware of the devastation that chid abuse of any kind can bring. Verbal, physical and sexual abuse should not be allowed to happen in our society. Sexual abuse is so rampant within the household where children are living with or interacting with relatives, aunts and uncles. There should be an awareness among children that an inappropriate touch should be reported and it is a criminal act.

On a personal note, healing can come from God. The fears and the nightmares get better when you actually confront the issue openly by disclosing it to others. I read upon it.

Let me post something that I read on about.com:
"In 2007, nearly one-half of all victims of child abuse and neglect were White (46.1%), one-fifth (21.7%) were African-American, and one-fifth (20.8%) were Hispanic.

Although children of all ages experience abuse and neglect, it is the youngest children that are the most vulnerable, with almost 32% of the victims of child abuse and neglect being under the age of four years."

Scary , isn't it?

I will be reading your book.

Thanks

Molly

--- On Thu, 9/2/10, ThomH <th2950@yahoo.com> wrote:

From: ThomH <th2950@yahoo.com>
Subject: [FamilyofGod] Why Was My Voice So Small?
To: FamilyofGod@yahoogroups.com
Date: Thursday, September 2, 2010, 1:55 AM

Good Guys,

As you all know, I've been writing a book on line a chapter at a time on my blog. This week, in "The Weight of Who I Am," I tell my personal story of having been a victim of childhood sexual abuse. I know that some of you have also been victims. I'm sharing to encourage and empathize, but also to increase awareness of a problem that continues to plague our world. I hope you will take heart in the chapter, "Why Was My Voice So Small?"

The entire chapter is, as always, on the blog, at http://thom-signsofastruggle.blogspot.com/ . I welcome your feedback. Here's a paragraph from the story:

I took to Mr. Hooten right off. He reminded me of all the good things about Daddy. Mr. Hooten decided I could join the troop – unofficially – even though I was only eight, several years too young. He promised Mother he would watch out for me; he promised my brother he would not let me be too big a pest. And he promised me he'd "protect" me from the older boys, just in case any of them might be bullies. I was parading in the personal attention. I was finally someone's favorite, and I was anxious to learn all the things Mr. Hooten could teach me.

God Bless,

Thom
http://thom-signsofastruggle.blogspot.com/