Story #5 – Many Heroes in My Life
Long ago in a far away galaxy of denial, my unfortunate history of abuse by Catholic priests began. Darkness prevailed in the entire universe in the 1950s about the stolen souls of children at the hands of a powerful religious authority. During my recovery, which began in the spring of 1986, I received help and mentoring from many heroes to find my way out of a dark mental cave. My first hero was a woman who lovingly welcomed me to an Al-Anon/ ACOA (Adult Child of Alcoholics) meeting as I haltingly and tearfully entered the meeting place. From there, I found I needed one-on-one help and chose a therapist who steadily promoted my growth. He was a son-of-a-bitch with a heart that Scott Peck recommended finding in The Road Less Traveled. Over the years I have out grown three heroic therapists and presently work with a fourth who is also steadfast in holding the supportive light of listening and validation. These four therapists are truly unsung heroes as many times I was on the brink of despair as I followed my process to find the truth of my life. Such responsibility they bore as they unflinchingly stayed by my side seeing me through rough emotional storms. During the years of seemingly endless emotional work I was able to complete my college education. With the guidance from many heroes, including my husband, daughters, friends, SNAP and SNAP conferences, this is who I am:
I was abused by a step-father from the age of 2 yrs. to 19 yrs., and by a bakers dozen of priests from 1st grade through 12th grade at a Catholic school in the Lansing Diocese of Michigan. I am in a good spot now as I have learned much from my many heroes on my journey of finding me. I am becoming more grateful for my life with each passing day. I am lucky to have a wonderful husband and four fantastic daughters who are all strong women. All five have forgiven many transgressions from my past conditioning.