tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58568937427197423152012-03-15T18:23:24.378-04:00Jurney Eve"Only God can turn a mess into a message and a victim into a victory."Jurney Evehttps://profiles.google.com/112608759604991444740noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856893742719742315.post-63485918485297145052012-02-04T14:13:00.001-05:002012-02-05T11:19:55.504-05:002012-02-05T11:19:55.504-05:00Kayleigh Preston May 6, 1993 - Jan 31, 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kayleigh</b>:</span><br />
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<i>I told Robin not to bring him near me.
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<i>He did.</i><br />
<i>I told Robin not to leave me alone with him.</i><br />
<i>He did.</i><br />
<i>I tried to defend myself from his usual habits.</i><br />
<i>He didn’t do what he usually does.</i><br />
<i>Oh no. He did something MUCH worse.</i><br />
<i>And now</i><br />
<i>My life is actually over. I can’t keep going on like this okay</i><br />
<i>Once was enough to break me. That one time has given me a chance to overcome myself.</i><br />
<i>But twice? I know I think badly of myself, but nobody deserves to go through that even once, let alone twice.</i><br />
<i>And by two different people as well. He was right. I’m nothing but a
cheap, worthless whore and I do deserve to die. So why not put everyone
out of their misery?</i><br />
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<i> </i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anonymous:</b></span><br />
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<i>Hellloooo. Just saw your last post and thought I'd pop in to say that,
although I don't know you, I'm sure you're not cheap, worthless or a
whore. Also, you don't deserve to die, and your death would likely
create a lot of misery rather than relieve it. Come on, Kayleigh. :)</i><i> </i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kayleigh:</b></span><i></i><br />
<i>So this made me smile a little</i><br />
<i>Even though you are completely wrong</i><br />
<i>Still, thank you</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anonymous:</b></span><i> </i><br />
<i>Hmmm, well, I'm not sure how to convince you that I'm right. How can I
convince you that you are none of the bad things you said you are?</i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Kayleigh:</span></b><i> </i><br />
<i>You can’t. Unless you can reverse being raped twice. So yeah, you can’t.</i><br />
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<i>I'm very sorry that that happened to you, but I
don't understand how it makes you cheap, worthless or a whore. I also
don't understand why you would think that it means that you deserve to
die. Do you think the same of other rape victims?</i></div>
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<i>Of course not! But those were his words and they describe how I feel right now better than anything else.</i></div>
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<i>I know that it is very easy to believe it when
people say horrible things. But perhaps... you should also believe it
when people say good things about you. Of course you feel bad right now,
but that doesn't mean that you are bad. If the person who said those
things to you is the same person that raped you, surely he isn't a
credible source. In fact, I'd say that he is the one who is cheap, and
worthless. Please consider what I've said? :)</i></div>
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<i>I just feel so… Vulnerable right now. Like, is that what everyone sees
me as? Just some girl who allows people to rape her? The first time, I
can understand how it wasn’t my fault. But the fact it happened twice
now makes me wonder if I am as bad as he said.</i></div>
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<i>Kay? Are you still there? Please be there.</i></div>
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<i>I’m still here. Barely. Thank you for your concern though :)</i></div>
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<i>Thank God. You're right, you know. You don't deserve what happened to
you. Not even the first time. You have handled things so well so far.
You looked death in the face and gave it a big fat 'fuck you'. You have
so many people on your side, who all want you happy. A Kayleigh standom,
almost! Prove us right, and yourself wrong. Show that jerk that nobody
messes with Kayleigh Preston and gets away with it!</i><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kayleigh:</b></span></div>
<i>Omfg a Kayleigh standom though</i><br />
<i>You seem to have more faith in me than I deserve. Thank you :3</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Kayleigh Anne-Marie Preston committed suicide the next day.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>May 6, 1993 - Jan 31, 2012</b></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>You can shed tears that she is gone,
<br />or you can smile because she has lived.
<br />You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
<br />or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
<br />Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
<br />or you can be full of the love you shared.
<br />You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
<br />or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
<br />You can remember her only that she is gone,
<br />or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
<br />You can cry and close your mind,
<br />be empty and turn your back.
<br />Or you can do what she'd want:
<br />smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need to share something with you. This is something so profound that I am somewhat at a loss for words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is a blog that was started just yesterday by a good friend of mine who lost her precious baby boy in August of 2009. This is her first time opening up and talking about, not only that day but about how it has affected her and her other two children. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a must read for everyone...but make sure you scroll to the bottom of her blog so you can start at the beginning of her story. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Follow Kara's blog as she allows us to see through her eyes what she went through and continues to go through almost three years after Aiden's death. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's called <a href="http://www.tinyangelaiden.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tiny Angel Aiden</a>.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>♥Jurney Eve</i></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856893742719742315-7861231883776106303?l=imjurneyeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jurney Evehttps://profiles.google.com/112608759604991444740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856893742719742315.post-74094110355049835282012-01-22T22:45:00.002-05:002012-01-22T22:45:40.815-05:002012-01-22T22:45:40.815-05:00He Wants It All Today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I know I've been pretty quiet lately...sorry about that. I've had a lot of things going on though.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I signed with a new publisher and my 2nd edition is scheduled to be available by early February. There will be a couple of big changes to this edition. One of them being a few new chapters from my kidnapper's ex-wife. And another one being the author name. It will not be Jurney Eve! 8-O </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Victim Service Center is going to be hosting a bike-a-thon based around my story and guess when it's going to be? On April 28, 2012! It's going to be in Orlando, Florida so if you are in the area it would mean so much to me if you would come out that day and support me. You can ride along side me...if you plan on riding slowly...you can walk a shorter route or you can just come out. I'll have more information about that for you soon.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>If you've been following my blog for a while you probably know that I usually only write when I feel "moved" to. Whether it's an update on my case, something funny that has happened to me or something that I feel is significant enough to share with you because I think you'll benefit from it...and that is what happened to me today.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This morning I attended Sunday service at New Waters Church in Clermont, Florida and I can honestly say that I have never experienced a church service like this one before. Everyone was so welcoming and friendly. Every song felt like it was directed solely at me. But what made it so unique was the preacher. I've been to many different churches and I've heard many different preachers but there is something different about Pastor Michael Hopewell. He has an honest transparency about him that I have never seen before. When he preaches he shares his life with you and he doesn't hold back. Today's message was about how everything starts in God's hands and we have to give our problems to Him in order for Him to help us. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I'm sure they haven't seen the last of me at New Waters Church and if you live anywhere near Clermont, Florida or if you're ever visiting the area on a Sunday morning, I highly recommend you stop by. Service starts at 10am. </b></span><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856893742719742315-7409411035504983528?l=imjurneyeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jurney Evehttps://profiles.google.com/112608759604991444740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856893742719742315.post-18182834055265666742011-12-15T09:57:00.001-05:002012-01-12T15:59:47.233-05:002012-01-12T15:59:47.233-05:00Zombie Daughter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today I want to share something that a friend of mine shared with me recently. Not too long ago she attended a journaling and collage workshop called <a href="http://www.artfortheheartministries.com/" target="_blank">Art For The Heart</a>. The workshop starts out with everyone choosing random pictures from a table. You're told to just choose whatever "speaks" to you. Don't worry about what or why, just choose. Then you take a seat and make a collage out of the pictures you've chosen and when you're all done you complete a journaling exercise based on your collage. She said she was surprised by how much each collage seemed to represent her. That making them contributed to her healing. She said it was an amazingly spiritual experience for her. Painful at times because when completing the journaling exercise some old wounds came to the surface and she was forced to deal with them, but overall it was an incredibly rewarding experience that she highly recommends.<br />
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She gave me permission to share one of her collages with you. This particular collage deals with a dark time in her life after her decision to abort her baby and the shame and regret she felt for so long because of it. I think it is truly a beautiful thing when someone allows others to see their pain. It's not an easy thing to do, especially when a Christian is opening up about abortion. There is a lot of healing power in that, not only for the person sharing it but for the ones who witness it. So I hope Kristy's art touches you as much as it has touched me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am the Zombie Daughter. I am the one who feels nothing. I am emotionally dead. I am buried in stench and death because I took my child's opportunity for life!</b></span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am the one who goes through life in a zombie-like state covering over who I really am, hoping someone will hear me scream behind my veil.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Zombie Daughter was with me for 19 years-imprisoned by shame, self-hatred, guilt and unforgiveness. She thinks she deserves to be surrounded by the stench of death. The dark, bloody cloud is always hovering over her, keeping her down. She tries to creep up with her attitude of unforgiveness at times but has in every other way and for this particular sin...she has been saved.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>At the time, during those years, I was her judge, jury, and convictor. She didn't deserve life, joy, forgiveness, love and absolutely, without question, did not deserve the love of God. He would think she was despicable in His holy presence! </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Oh Lord, this was my scarlet letter. My choice. My abortion buried me; buried my soul in a pit of death's stench! I am so forgiving of others but was last to forgive myself...as if to say what Jesus did on the cross wasn't big enough to cover my sin. How could I say that?!? How arrogant! It absolutely was and I am forever grateful to Him for forgiving me.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>You chose to shut me out. I tried to woo you even then! </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>For those of you who don't know who Jonah Mowry is, he's a teenager who has recently posted a video on YouTube about being bullied. He didn't say a single word in the video. He told his story through a series of notes. It is a very moving video. It touched so many people and inspired them to respond to Jonah.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today I did something I have been planning on doing for the last twenty years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Twenty years ago, I was riding my bicycle when a man ran me over with his pickup truck...on purpose. Yes, on purpose! After running me over he did a slew of other things to me which landed him in prison and me in a sort of prison of my own. In my prison, I felt as if everyone around me was trying to hurt me so I had to constantly be on my guard. I couldn't go to certain places or I couldn't do certain things because they would make me vulnerable. I lived in fear of everyone around me. I looked at each and every person as a possible crazy person who just wanted to hurt me. I stopped doing a lot of things because of this fear of "what could happen to me". One of which was riding a bicycle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For a long time, I felt I couldn't get back on a bicycle because it would remind me of that day and of what that man did to me. But lately, I've been dealing with my memories instead of suppressing them and because of that I thought it was time for me to deal with this fear as well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But when I let myself really think about it and imagine myself riding on the side of the road with my back to traffic, I had a mini panic attack. It felt like my blood was racing through my veins. I could feel my heart pounding inside of my chest. As much as I wanted to tackle this next obstacle, I wasn't sure if I actually could. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And that's exactly what I did today and I'm going to do it again tomorrow.</span><br />
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I just read a book called <a href="http://www.laurenskids.org/" target="_blank">It's Ok To Tell by Lauren Book</a> and I simply MUST recommend it to you.<br />
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What I find so amazing about it is how she answers the question that so many victims of childhood sexual abuse face...and that is...Why didn't you tell someone about your abuse?<br />
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I am also in awe of Lauren's courage. Not only did she have the strength to tell her story but she had the strength to face people and their accusations.<br />
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When I reported my rape, no one questioned whether or not I was raped.<br />
No one asked me why I went for a bike ride all by myself.<br />
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Lauren had to endure questions that no rape victim should ever have to answer.<br />
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She inspires me. Not only does she have the courage to tell but she is truly making a difference. Armed with the knowledge that 95 percent of sexual abuse is
preventable through education, Lauren has worked to turn her horrific
personal experience into a vehicle to prevent childhood sexual abuse and
heal survivors by starting <a href="http://www.laurenskids.org/" target="_blank">Lauren's Kids</a>.<br />
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to raise awareness and promote supportive legislation. This year I am going to show my appreciation for Lauren by participating in the third annual Walk in My Shoes event on February 4th. <br />
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Today I had my first speaking engagement since moving to Florida. It was for the <a href="http://www.fcpti.com/">Florida Crime Prevention Training Institute</a> where I would be addressing victim's advocates from all walks of life. I only had about five hours to prepare for it and I was so nervous. All of my usual insecurities came rushing to the surface. <br />
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Before I got out of my car to go into the conference, I said a little prayer, like I always do, asking God to calm my nerves and to give me wisdom. I have a little saying I like to say. It's "Not my will but Your's Lord." I say that because I like to remind myself why I started talking about my assault in the first place. I don't do to bring glory to myself. I do what I do because I feel that the Lord is calling me to do it. To help people.<br />
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And that was when a little epiphany popped into my head. <i>Why am so nervous?!?</i> I am about to speak to a room full of people who, just like me, do what they do because they want to help people. It wouldn't matter if I stuttered; or if I lost my place; or if I cried; although it might matter if I tripped and inadvertently caused serious bodily injury, but my point is...they wouldn't care about all of those tiny little things that I was feeling so insecure about. And then, the most amazing thing happened. God spoke to me. Well, kind of. In reality a song came on the radio but I have a feeling that it was meant just for me at just that particular moment in time. Lol!<br />
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Today I feel like I have a huge hole in my heart.<br />
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Somebody I love with my absolute whole heart is in pain and I feel powerless to help her.<br />
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How can someone who is amazingly gifted, beautiful, smart, inspiring, loving...How can they not see themselves the way everyone else does?<br />
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Here I go, being all hypocritical, when in fact, it wasn't that long ago that I struggled with my own self-esteem. I think everybody struggles with that from time to time. When it was me, I remember just how awful I felt about myself. I also remember all of the things I did to try and boost my self-esteem. I guess that's why I am so sad right now. I don't want her to do what I did. I don't want her to inadvertently hurt herself on her quest for perfection.<br />
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Everything within me wants to wrap her in my arms and tell her how much I
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People beat themselves up on a daily basis trying to <i>be</i> perfect...trying to <i>look</i> perfect...trying to <i>act</i> perfect. But how boring would this world be if everyone was the same? We would have no music...no lyrics...no artists...no actors...no athletes...no books...(*gasp*)<br />
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Think about your favorite musician. Now think about what would have become of them if they allowed their uniqueness to be stifled in the hopes of being and looking and acting like everyone else. <br />
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Embrace your uniqueness. Embrace your beautiful self. Because you ARE beautiful!<br />
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All of those things that make you different are the things that people treasure most about you.<br />
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So, my first day as a volunteer advocate at my local Victims Service Center went well. They told me they would like to use me at the SATC (Sexual Assault Treatment Center) where I could be there to support the victims that come in for treatment within 72 hours after they've been assaulted. It will be my job to comfort them and provide them with information about what to expect next.<br />
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What to expect if she/he decides to report the assault.<br />
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What to expect if she/he decides not to report the assault.<br />
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I didn't have a victims advocate when I was assaulted. I don't know why. Maybe I was offered one but I refused. I don't remember much about what happened after I was rescued. It was like my brain shut down once it knew I was safe. The only thing I do remember with acute clarity was Tina, my quiet comforter. Tina was a girl that I went to school with and for some reason that I still do not know, she was there with me. She stood silently next to me while chaos broke loose around me. We barely spoke to each other but just having her near me was comforting. She wasn't an adult. She wasn't a police officer. She wasn't a paramedic. She was just a girl from my high school but she's the only person I remember clearly out of all of my rescuers from that day.<br />
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Maybe I can be that for somebody.<br />
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I have come such a long way since that day. Heck, I've come a long way since 2007 when I finally worked up the courage to share my story online. Back then it was still too painful to talk about. That's why I chose to write about it. But it wasn't just writing about it that made me feel better. It was interacting with other survivors online that made me realize that I wasn't a freak for feeling the way I did.<br />
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Back then I wasn't able to talk about how I was kidnapped and raped so I never went to counseling. I never had the courage to call a hotline or anything. If there was an online hotline or support group I might have been all over that. But there wasn't...until now. Now there is a completely anonymous, online hotline that victims and their families can go to for support as well as information about recovery, medical issues, the criminal justice process, and local resources that can help them too. It is provided by RAINN (Rape Abuse Incest National Network).<br />
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RAINN is the nation's largest anti-sexual violence organization and it was named one of "America's 100 Best Charities" by Worth magazine. RAINN provides support through their hotlines, educates the public about sexual violence, and works with policy makers to improve the system for the victims. Many changes have come about since my assault in 1991 and RAINN played a huge part in that.<br />
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I personally am a proud supporter of RAINN as well as a member of their Speakers Bureau. If you are a victim of sexual violence or abuse, I strongly urge you to use one of RAINN's hotlines. You can call 1-800-656-HOPE (4673) or you can go online at online.rainn.org. <br />
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I wish I hadn't waited sixteen years before I started talking about my assault. I wish I hadn't allowed it to control so much of my life for so long. And I wish that my story will inspire others to come forward and end their silence as well.<br />
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I feel that God has been throwing a message at me over the past few months or so. Whether it's through the words of others; the books I've read; lyrics of the songs I've heard; emails or even through Facebook status updates. I feel that God has been trying to remind me that He is not done working in my life. I am not finished growing. My journey is not over. And while I already knew this, I have to admit that I have become a little too comfortable in my relationship with God. A few years ago, when I was writing my book, I was constantly seeking God's healing and guidance. I REALLY needed it because I was in such a bad emotional state.<br />
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But I had made such an incredible breakthrough after writing my book. To me, nothing short of a miracle had happened during that time in my life. All of the healing and growing that took place within me was nothing short of a miracle.<br />
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A miracle that I was even talking about how I was kidnapped and raped.<br />
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A miracle that I had learned how to feel whole again after sixteen years of feeling lost, worthless, broken, unlovable, unfixable, abnormal.<br />
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For the last few years, I have felt so strong in my faith. I was ready to change the world one broken heart at a time. I was running the race I felt God had laid out before me. But I think that I got so caught up in trying to figure out how I could help other people that I stopped trying to figure out how to keep helping myself. And after a while, I started doubting myself. I started feeling discouraged, like I was never going to accomplish all of the things that I wanted to; all of the things that I felt God was calling me to accomplish.<br />
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But He has reminded me that I can't take care of others if I don't take care of myself. And so, I need to bring the focus back around to me. Oh, I'm not going to stop reaching out and encouraging others. I'm still going to volunteer at the Victims Service Center, volunteer as a member of RAINN's Speaker Bureau, write my second edition and still raise a little money for the occasional charity on the side, but I will remember to take time to spend with God.<br />
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We all lead busy, busy lives but we must remember to take a little time, even if it's only 5 minutes, for ourselves. Pick up your Bible and let it fall open to a random passage; or start at the beginning...I recommend the New Testament...and read a few verses every day. I've started in Ephesians. If we don't take the time to connect with Him and focus on ourselves then we will never be truly happy or be as successful as He meant for us to be.<br />
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Like many of you, I have been glued to the television all morning watching the September 11th ceremonies that are taking place throughout the country.<br />
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This is such an extremely sad day for so many of us and I wish I had something clever or uplifting to say but I don't because after ten years...<i>I am still speechless!</i><br />
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About 4 months ago, I thought it would be a groovy idea to submit my story to the show "I Survived" on the Biography channel. To be honest, I really didn't expect to ever hear back from them. I figured, they must get 1000's of submissions if not more every week. What are the odds that they would actually take the time to read every single one of them? I mean, I must have written to Oprah about a dozen times over the past two years and no one from her show ever called me. Lol! So I was a little shocked when I got a call from them a month later.<br />
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Come to find out, they <i>were</i> interested in little ol' me. This man from the show called me to see if I was still interested in being on the show. I got the impression that his job was to "feel me out" so to speak. To find out how well I could talk about what happened to me. If I wasn't comfortable talking to him then I probably wouldn't be a good candidate for the show. He explained the ins and outs of how it all worked and answered any questions I had. Then he told me that if the producers thought I would be a good fit then I would get another call later on. <br />
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After that phone call I started wondering if going on this show was a good idea after all. For those of you who aren't familiar with the show, it is a documentary of sorts. Each episode takes about 3 different people who have been through some kind of tragedy and it allows them to tell their story in their own words. The focus is on the actual tragedy and how the person managed to survive and it includes as many details as possible.<br />
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Telling my story isn't what bothers me. I've told it before. What worries me is that the show isn't interested in what happened to me afterwards...my struggles, my recovery, my faith. They are only interested in the actual crime and how I escaped and that's not why I tell my story. I decided to tell my story in the hope of helping others who have been sexually assaulted or abused. I want them to know that I too went through something horrible. I want to let them know how much I struggled with what happened to me just like they may still be struggling. I want to share my faith with people. I don't so much want to tell them <i>what</i> happened to me but how I recovered from it.<br />
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Now to tell you my other concerns for doing the show...How about the fact that the man who kidnapped me isn't rehabilitated and has tried to find me in the past. What if he watches the show and sees my story...his story? That could open a whole new can of worms for him. Or what about the fact that every April there's a chance he will be released from prison. Am I letting him control me still? I don't think so. If I felt that going on this show would further my recovery and help other people, I would take those risks. But I don't feel like it would do either one of those things.<br />
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Well, yesterday I received another call from the show asking me if they could come down and interview me. I told them about my concerns and I asked them if I could think about it. So the director is supposed to call me today. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a good show that is very tastefully done. It portrays the survivor's in a good light. But it is what it is...a show about a tragedy and how the person survived and that's as far as it takes the viewer. I don't want my story to become a form of entertainment on a Sunday evening...cuz that's when the shows on, by the way.<br />
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And because of this, I've decided I'm NOT going to do the show. I hope you all understand and aren't too disappointed in my decision.<br />
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Today is going to be a good day.<br />
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I got the kids off to school with only a few minor altercations between my two youngest. I didn't get stuck in the mile long traffic jam on the way to drop my oldest child off at the high school. I've had my required two cups of coffee, I'm already showered and it's not even 10am. I'd say this is one for the record books.<br />
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Since I'm in such a wonderful mood this morning I wanted to do something for you in the hopes of putting you in one as well. I'm going to share a music video with you. But this isn't just any music video. This is a <i>♫magical</i> ♪music video. It makes anyone who listens to it instantly happy. When I listen to this song I can't help myself. I find myself singing and be bopping along...and that's when I'm in public. You should see what it does to me in the privacy of my own home.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sure my house is a little dirty. And maybe my lawn <i>could</i> use a little attention. But I haven't felt this inspired in quite some time so I'm going to take advantage of it while I can. Plus, it helps keep my nerves calm because in case you haven't noticed...</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Finding a new church isn't as easy as going to the church down the street or even finding the closest church that is the same denomination as your old church. When I search for a new church I don't limit my search to a certain denomination. True, I always start with a certain denomination but to choose a church for my family depends on way more than that. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>First, they have to offer a service that is later than 9:30 am. That might sound like a stupid criteria to most but let's face it. I have three children that I have to motivate, feed and help get ready in the morning. Not to mention, I have to get myself ready and for those that don't know me...I am NOT a morning person. So the later the service starts, the better.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Then, they must have a service for my two younger children during the Sunday service. If my kids have to sit with me then I never get to listen to the message and be ministered to. Plus, I think that they learn more when the service is specifically geared towards them. You know, age appropriate?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Another criteria in the search for a church is they must have a contemporary praise and worship style. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Praise and worship is very important to me because I love music. Contemporary Christian music moves me. It inspires me. Plus...it keeps me awake after those busy mornings when I didn't get enough caffeine before the service.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>But the most important criteria for finding a new church is...it needs to feel right. When I attend a service at the church I eventually choose, I just know it. You know?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> When I moved to CT, I searched for months before I found the right one. During those months I went to many different churches, but none of them <i>felt right</i>. None of them gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. When I finally found my new church in CT, I knew it was the one. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Which brings me back to my search for a new church in Florida. Since we've been here, we've attended a few different churches. The first one met all of our criteria but one. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It was by far, the largest church we have ever been to. The size was pretty intimidating at first. I thought that maybe it didn't <i>feel right</i> to me because I was uncomfortable with the size. But after giving it an adequate amount of time, I decided that this wasn't the one for us. It seems like a great church. It has so much to offer. There were so many people that you could tell genuinely loved the Lord. The church has a very large youth group. I really <i>wanted</i> to like this one but it just didn't feel right.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There were a few other churches after that, and while they all were wonderful, none of them <i>felt right</i>. Until today...I believe I have found our new church. It meets all of our criteria. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The service starts at 10:45. <i>(Yay for sleeping in.)</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It has a youth group for my oldest child...although we haven't checked it out yet. Hopefully she'll like it. <i> </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I also discovered that this church has small groups that meet throughout the week. That's not unusual though. Most churches have small groups that meet throughout the week.The groups are based on common interests, such as...a women's Bible study group...a mens' group...a group for 20 somethings...a group for singles...a group for married couples...things like that. I don't usually join any of the small groups because no one ever seems to have a group that fits my life. I could join the women's Bible study group but at my last church it met on Saturdays at, like, 8am or something and we've already established that I'm not a morning person. I could join the married couples group but I'm pretty sure I would need to bring my husband with me and he can't commit to a weekly group. He works way too much...plus, I haven't been able to get him to go to a Sunday service with me since we lived in Vermont and his mommy made him go. So that group is out of the question. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>So, not only does this church <i>feel right</i>, it offers a ministry that is geared specifically toward the very thing that I have dedicated the last four years of my life to...helping people recover after sexual abuse. I will definitely check this group out. Me finding this church seems to have God's hand written all over it. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>19 days of unpacking and organizing and googling "how to take care of a pool".</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i style="color: cyan;">And hopefully they have already forgotten about my little outburst at my oldest daughter's school. At the very least, I hope they've forgotten what I look like. I'd hate to have my impatience influence the way my daughter is treated at school. Not one of my proudest moments. Florida's rules of registration are quite different from any other state I've ever lived in.</i> </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>You would think this would be an easy question to answer. It's pretty cut and dry. Do I like Florida or not. But it's not that simple. For the last 19 days, I've been holed up in my house unpacking and organizing or driving around town trying to figure out where everything essential is. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>We did get to go to Universal Studios for a couple of days and that was fun...inhumanely hot, but fun. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have had to adjust a little. Such as...modesty has gone out the window. In Connecticut I would never go out in public in a pair of short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. But in Florida, I do. As a matter of fact, that's pretty much what I wear every day. The less clothes the better. That's how hot it is right now.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am enjoying my new house though. Having stairs again is another adjustment. Who needs a treadmill when I'm stair climbing fifty million times a day, right?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I've been so busy adjusting to Florida that I haven't had a chance to check it all out yet. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>But all in all, I think I'm going to like it. Yes, it's inhumanely hot right now and I can't spend time outside until after 4pm. But fall is just around the corner, right? </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There are so many things to do here. I can totally picture myself loving Florida. But I am seriously missing all of my peeps. Cynthia, Pam, Michelle, Jacky, Kerrie, Jan, Roberta...not to mention all of my friends and family in NY and VT that were only a short drive away. You guys are the only thing that keeps pulling me northeast. </b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">If you are not already a fan of <a href="http://www.brittnicole.com/">Britt Nicole</a> then you need to check her out. You will love her. Her music is so uplifting and encouraging. Every time I listen to one of her songs I am inspired to become a better person. This one song in particular inspires me to step out and try harder to be the person that God has planned for me to be. Maybe it will inspire you in the same way.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now it's embarrassing to even admit that you still have a MySpace page. Well, I'm going to step out on the ledge here and say...<i> </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I rarely use it and I have considered deleting it a few times but for some reason I've never gotten around to doing it. The only reason I even know it still exists is because I keep getting random "friend requests" from people whom I'm sure aren't really sitting in front of their computers anxiously waiting for me to accept their requests. Like, Matthew McConaughey has nothing better<i> </i>to do with his time than fawn over me on MySpace. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Well tonight I have received my last message through MySpace. Tonight's the night I will finally delete my account, but first I would like to share my last message with you. I received it this evening and it comes from a man named Chris. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>I work a lot, and travel a lot, and have little time for dating in the usual sense. Would you consider having a physical relationship with a hard working, college educated guy? This isn't something cheap and dirty. I do want conversation, cuddling, tenderness, all the good parts of a physical relationship. It would be fulfilling to both of us, we would just fast forward the beginning of the relationship. It would start and end when you decide. <br />
I don't expect you to decide now, just to be open to the idea. I would suggest a quick meeting, to see if there is chemistry, and then we can decide from there. But the first step is for you to be open to the idea, and to write back to me. So send me a message.... <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> </i>Is this guy for real? Are there actual women that would read this and consider meeting him? I hope not. Who sends these kinds of messages? I bet The Craigslist Killer sent messages like this and apparently they worked for him. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>You'll be happy to know that I do not plan on responding. Ha ha ha! </b></span></div>
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