
I was so scared that someone would see what he was doing. I tried to avoid sitting near him or looking at him.

Didn't anyone see or hear what he was doing? How could he get away with that?
As I travel the road from victim to survivor, this blog records the struggles I face dealing with memories of clergy abuse, and trying to move on... It has taken many years to get to this point, but I know there is still good life to live... And I hope in telling this story, we can be guided to a place of understanding... healing... and perhaps, even forgiveness.
Psalms 37:40—"And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them: he shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in him."
Oh, For the Wings of a Dove
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As per the reader's request, I have removed the previous two comments from this post. I was in hopes that this blog could be a place for conversation and support.
Oh, yes. I remember secret games that my abuser played, too. Once he put his foot atop mine under the restaurant table where we had just shared lunch with a mutual friend. Although I called him on it, I was too shocked to move my foot away. All that did was communicate to him that I was under his "spell."
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