I’m incredibly grateful for the freedom to share my story in hopes that it will help others, and for my friend who did the same.

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“Silence is often the loudest voice.”

It’s one of my favorite quotes, and it applies to so many situations.

But not this one.

For 16 years, I’ve kept my mouth shut, barely whispering out of the corners of it to a few trusted people.

The first time I had sex, when I was 16 years old, I was raped by a trusted friend of the family.

The aftermath that ensued was much more damaging and painful than the experience itself. Since that day, I’ve suffered from shock, guilt, stress, and grief. I’ve watched, almost as a spectator, as the internalization of the trauma spilled out of me quietly, poisoning relationships, killing my joy, and ravishing my mind.

Of course, this was Satan’s intent. He’s been a pretty happy camper the last 16 years, I’m sure.

Recently, I started processing the event therapeutically as a 32 year-old woman and examined my…

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2 thoughts on “

  1. Thank you! I’m sorry for it, too, but through the ugliness of what happened, God really created some beautiful things in my life and in the lives of others. I appreciate the prayers certainly!

  2. Bethany,
    I am so sorry this happened to you. And, I am grateful that you haven’t let this act of violence silence your beautiful voice. Sending love, thoughts, and prayers always.

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