Childbirth is one of the most joyful and difficult experiences that life has to offer. For certain populations, particularly those with a history of trauma I’ve learned it can be even more complex. So often we read about victims of physical or sexual abuse being especially sensitive to touch and physical closeness. But have weContinue reading “This is what my body was made for: The Redemptive Nature of Childbirth”
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The Healing a Holy Spouse Can Bring: An Abuse Victim’s Testament to a Christ-Centered Marriage
After experiencing sexually and emotionally abusive relationships, it seemed like my heart and mind were wired for skepticism and distrust. I kept most in my life at an arms length, revealing only the surface of my emotions and realities of my heart to even those I was closest to. I was comfortable in hiding. ItContinue reading “The Healing a Holy Spouse Can Bring: An Abuse Victim’s Testament to a Christ-Centered Marriage”
To the girl who had her first sexual experience at 12: He cried with you.
“Do you have any experience?… sexual experience?” I’ll never forget the night I was asked this by a man whose attention I had become emotionally dependent on over the course of the year prior. Not only was this question inappropriate for a middle aged man to be asking a teenage girl, but for me, theContinue reading “To the girl who had her first sexual experience at 12: He cried with you.”
Breaking Attachment From Your Abuser
“Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37 I struggled for a long time to accept the fact that I had developed feelings of emotional attachment to a man who clearly did not have my good or wellbeing in mind. While I was conscious of theContinue reading “Breaking Attachment From Your Abuser”
Abortion and Sexual Abuse: How the Pro-Life Movement helped me come forward
While I have always identified as being “pro-life,” I struggled with this belief silently for years. I logically understood and could clearly see that abortion ends a human life (all we have to do is open a biology text book to figure that one out), but I found the distressed plea of a mother whoContinue reading “Abortion and Sexual Abuse: How the Pro-Life Movement helped me come forward”
On the Day We Hoped We’d See Your Face, We Remember You
This coming Thursday, November 5, 2020 was the due date for the child we lost, Claire Francis Buzza. I can’t help but mourn that this day is lot different than I anticipated it would be when we found out Claire was with us. In the 7 months it’s been since the day we faced ourContinue reading “On the Day We Hoped We’d See Your Face, We Remember You”
Anti-Depressants, Two-Buck Chuck, and Facebook Messenger: Searching for the Living Among the Dead
Freshmen year of college is perhaps one of the most exciting times of life. It’s a time of new experiences, friendships, and a completely new way of life. Many are also living away from their parents for the first time and are experiencing a freedom they’ve never known. But along with this newness, comes aContinue reading “Anti-Depressants, Two-Buck Chuck, and Facebook Messenger: Searching for the Living Among the Dead”
“Our Hearts Were Made for Each Other”
A few years ago, a good friend of mine and I were sitting in a coffee shop hashing out our grievances of the opposite sex, (you know typical girl stuff). During the course of our conversation we landed on the topic of attraction. Both of us admitted we had been confounded as to why weContinue reading ““Our Hearts Were Made for Each Other””
“Remember Who You Are”/Identity and Sexual Abuse
What we believe about ourselves affects every aspect of our life and especially our relationships. It affects how we communicate with the rest of the world and also how we hear what’s being said to us. Sometimes, these beliefs become so deeply buried within us, we forget they are even there. In some ways, theContinue reading ““Remember Who You Are”/Identity and Sexual Abuse”
To The Teacher Who Asked Me If I Was Being Sexually Harassed: Thank You.
It was a crisp spring day in the Central Valley of California. We had just finished an all school Mass at my Catholic high school when one of my teachers asked to speak with me privately. Heart racing, palms sweating (much like Eminem) I was unnecessarily worried that I was about to be suspended asContinue reading “To The Teacher Who Asked Me If I Was Being Sexually Harassed: Thank You.”
