Rise up!

I always have difficulty knowing where to start. Then it dawned on me that with this site, our cause, I didn’t need to defend myself. I came into this world as a black market adoption. I’ve just learned in last few months that the whole time I was raised right under...

Keep your head up

I was adopted as a young toddler with my baby sister. We were adopted by a pastor and his wife. She immediately took to my sister while my dad took to me. My mom would baby my sister and make me do a lot of the cleaning for my sister. When I would refuse, she would...

Finding my voice

I was born in the south Oct.30 1971. At the age of 3 I started to realize I was a different girl than my little friends were. My mother hired a skating coach and I was made to learn and practice at a rink hours per day. There was also dance and tap classes. If I told...

Just the other day

Just the other day I was asked by a friend why organizations like EndCan mean so much to me. It’s a question that I have been asked before and my answer always comes quickly to mind and usually leads to a very in depth discussion. As happens so many times when I am...

Don’t ever rationalize abuse

I was abused by my dad starting when I was still a toddler. About 3 years old. It started out mild such as harder spanks and smacks than normal. Then when I was in my childhood almost every day was about survival. I was hit in the back with a wooden board. Beaten to...

Don’t ever be ashamed

As a victim of childhood sexual abuse myself, I know full well the devastation it can do to your life. I spent nearly thirty years doing everything humanly possible to maintain “my secret”…All that managed to accomplish was to fill me with hate,...