“Not like that, a proper kiss”
This was my first kiss. It wasn’t a clumsy affair with a boy from school. It wasn’t a fumble in a doorway.
It was a family member.
Through this blog I have shared with you my transformational journey over the last year. This has focussed on the way I have felt about what was happening and the changes in my thinking and in my behaviour.
I turned that into a book recently so I could show what is possible. How much it is possible to change. How it is possible to overcome an abusive childhood.
I’ve held off sharing with you what happened in my abusive childhood because it was never about the story. It was about the journey.
When I published my book I put it in 3 categories:
1. Personal transformation
2. Self improvement
3. Child abuse
Abuse was last because it wasn’t about the story. And as I read the précis of other books in the same chart it was clear that it was the right call. The chart topper was about a girl in the UK who was a slave. The second had an intro that talked about a girl who’s mother pushed her into an electric fence on purpose – and laughed.
My story isn’t horrific.
I was neglected, physically abused, sexually abused and emotionally abused.
I told someone about the sexual abuse and nothing was done.
It was not good by a long shot. But it wasn’t horrific.
But I’m ok now.
I don’t need hugs for what happened. I am transformed. I am happy. Genuinely happy. I’m very comfortable with me and who I am.
For me it’s never been about the story. It’s only ever been about the journey.