Sheila: Sometimes I feel like I am one hundred and fifty years old. Those who did not suffer what we did recall their childhood as mostly happy times. As I have said many times: I suffered from every abuse one can imagine growing up in my not so happy home. The only one I missed was sexual abuse and I had to go to the local Catholic Church for that not so wonderful experience. A place that should have been a refuge became more of the same, only worse. In many ways that was the worse part, a place that one expected to find some healing became a place of more pain. I try to tell my story as often as I am able. What I have found is that the more times I tell it the less power the abuse has over me. If it helps others on their journey, so much the better. Thank you for responding. It makes me feel better.