Child Abuse Archives

Nature is my Refuge

Nature is so big, so grand, so all-encompassing, that Dad seemed puny compared to it. As did my problems.

I have since learned that integrity and morality have little to do with which side of the tracks one was born on.

My world and my sister’s world became one of constant anxiety. Except when Dad was out of the house . . . gone.

Knowing what I know now, I believe Dad was clinically depressed and unsure of himself.

This is the beginning of a series about why I write what I write. I am an incest survivor. The photos represent a success story, a survivor’s album.

I hope this and the books I write will help us all. By us I mean all minorities. It’s why I write. That’s my platform.