Vacation time at the shore. Oh how I looked forward to that time away from home... a time to turn inward and renew... a time to write, and think, and pray.
But time at the Seacoast Inn was always a time when my husband and I were living near our minister-friend and his wife, who spent part of their summer in the very same Seacoast Inn at the very same shore.
The close proximity of the four of us kept me on my guard, because HE looked for every opportunity to be near me, or alone with me. He wanted to talk about very personal things. I wouldn't want anyone to hear those conversations. I was embarrassed and worried about what others might think. I was afraid of hurting my husband or his wife.
He seemed to find it amusing that he could make me so uncomfortable. I suppose it was just another way he demonstrated his power and authority over me.
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I live not far from Imperial Beach. It is so hard to find other survivors -- most of us stay undercover because of the stigma and shame the church attaches to us. If you are comfortable with a personal meeting, it would be a real blessing to me. If you are open to the idea of meeting when you and your husband next visit IB, I'll mail a letter with my contact information to your church.
Meeting with you in person, I'm sorry to say, is not a possibility. But I would be so happy to correspond. We could set up a special page within this blog for our chats, so that others who happen upon this site could perhaps read, benefit from, and/or join in. Or.... we could set up some other kind of private on-line chat, if you would prefer...
I appreciate your willingness to converse. I am most interested in the healing service that happened at your church. It might be simplest if I just comment on that post, and we go from there.
Thanks for the courageous way you are sharing your story.
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