Overcoming Child Abuse and the effects it leaves on a person’s life can
often be a lifelong journey.  However, the ability to understand why the
abuse occurred is the first step to your recovery.  It’s not about blame – it
is about how to restore your self-image that was damaged in early
childhood.

Child Abuse changes who you are.  If you are ever going to become the
person you were destined to be, you have to decide to let go of the past
and reach for the future.  In reality, those words are easier said than
done.  If you don’t understand what happened that caused your emotions
to be fragmented then you will always walk through life wondering what is
wrong with me.

A Way Out is a very candid look into my life.  I finally had the courage to
be open and transparent about what happened to me.  As a result of my
damaged self-image that was never recognized in childhood, my children
suffered greatly.  They became part of the multitudes of individuals who
need to overcome the effects of child abuse.  It's never too late, to restore
your self-image, but it takes perseverance to overcome what has been so
ingrained in your soul - (your mind, your will and your emotions).
Brad Henry -Governor of Oklahoma - "Child abuse is not a topic that is often, the
tragedy of child abuse perpetuates itself, a vicious cycle in which courage and
determination to make a real difference.  It is my hope that her book can help break the
cycle of child abuse and provide a measure of comfort to those who are impacted by
this societal ill."

David L. Boren - President, Oklahoma University - "This book, written with so much
courage and insight will give courage and inspiration to others.  Some day, the cycle of
child abuse will be ended as our society is awakened by this book which is such an
effective call to action."

Bill LaFortune - Former Tulsa Mayor - "The unfortunate  and shocking truth of the
vicious cycle of abuse is all too obvious in the number of men and women that today
are warehoused in prisons.  Perhaps a book such as this can be used to break this
cycle by informing and educating parents, children and the general public on what they
should look for and avoid.  Then and only then, will our children once more be treated
as our most prized possessions."

Bob Losure - Former CNN Anchor - "You have tackled the issue of abuse head-on,
and I applaud you.  You are going to inspire many to free themselves from years of
secrecy about their own imprisonment with abuse, and inspire still others to be
vigilant in actively identifying those who are crying out inside for someone who will
help them."

John Venturella - Profile Press, The Bair Foundation - "The awesomeness and
miracle of the human spirit's ability to survive shines through each page.  This is a
book worth reading, a book that celebrates the human spirit as it soars through the
pain and fear of being a victim and grows into the joy of becoming the victor."
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In Spite of Neglect,
Physical, Sexual, Verbal,
and Emotional Abuse,
"It's Never Too Late,
To Restore Your Self-Image.
It was a hot, humid July day in the mid-western town of Tulsa, Oklahoma.  I
had just turned four years old.   I tried to spend most of my time outside or
alone in my room.  Even as a small child I knew things weren’t quite right at
my house.  The only thing that made me feel safe was to crawl inside the
little shell of silence I had created.  I was a timid, shy and somewhat fearful
little girl.  I had always been small and fragile looking with long blonde hair
and blue eyes that longed for a constant, secure place in which to belong.

One day, I was held captive in a parked car, while my cousin, Clyde, who
was an adult and married, violated me. Without any concern for my well
being, he forced me repeatedly to perform sexual acts.  I was terrified.  I
remember being trapped inside his car and feeling as if everything inside
of me was about to crawl through the pores of my skin.  There was nothing I
could do to free myself.  

Clyde was the typical overweight "Bubba" sort of guy with straight, brown
hair parted on one side and beady brown eyes that seemed to pierce
through me like a lightning rod.   And there I was, a little girl, unable to keep
this horrible man from hurting me.  All I could do was stare into space and
wait for the dreadful experience to end and then sheepishly slide out of the
car as he opened the door and signaled my departure.

Over a series of months I had to repeat the agonizing experience over and
over again.  He had found an easy target that he was quite sure would never
become a problem for him and would keep his evil desires fulfilled.

Three years later on a warm summer afternoon, I was once again staring
into the eyes of this vile man who had arrived at Grandma's house.  I had
been entertaining Grandma Minnie by turning somersaults in the front yard,
while she sat on the porch enjoying the weather.  When I saw Clyde get out
of his car and start walking up the steps, I knew what he had come to do.  
He proceeded to explain to Grandma that he wanted to take me for a fun-
filled afternoon and motioned for me to hurry and get in the car.  To
Grandma it seemed like a wonderful idea and to her he was simply
displaying the actions of a caring older cousin.  In fact, she was proud of
him for offering such a kind gesture.

An overwhelming surge of courage mixed with a massive amount of terror
came exploding out of me.  As I hung on to her arm in a frightful attempt for
safety, I begged Grandma, "Please don't make me go with him again,
please, please Grandma."  She was shocked at my behavior and began
asking why I was reacting so dramatically.  As I look back on that day I can
easily understand the pain she must have endured as she listened to the
pleading cry of one grandchild against another.  She wanted desperately to
protect me and yet the one she was protecting me from was her own flesh
and blood.

Grandma didn't let a day go by before she called a family meeting.  As I
waited for the meeting to begin, I felt like I had died a thousand deaths.  I
was seven years old, shy and frightened.  All the adults in the family were
gathered at Grandma's house waiting for me to speak.  It was almost as if I,
too, was looking on in anticipation for another little girl to emerge, when in
fact I was the one.  I longed to be released from this horror but it wasn't easy
to form the words.  I was frozen with fear.  A million thoughts began racing
through my mind.  "Would this cruel man try to hurt me again later because
I told?  Would anybody even believe me?  Would they all hate me?"  But
worst of all, "Would I be able to live with the shame knowing that everyone
knew?"

Grandma began gently questioning me about what had happened but I
couldn't get the words to flow from my mouth.  Tears began to stream down
my face as if a faucet had been turned on full blast inside my soul.  I hung
my head in shame and my whole body began to shake in fear and
humiliation. I cried out, "Please don't let him touch me again.  I'm so afraid
to be alone with him."

Mama was sitting not too far away, in a corner staring at me with a hint of
disbelief.  I could imagine the questions running over in her head as she
wondered what I was desperately wanting to tell.  Clyde and his wife, Ellen,
as well as his mother and dad sat speechless around the kitchen table.  I
deeply loved Aunt Marie and it broke my heart to see her eyes questioning
mine.   I felt like I was being swallowed up in a sea of eyes that were
focused intently on me and all I could do was cry.

Finally, they all started talking.  The voices seemed muffled as I shut my
eyes and tried desperately to put the situation far from me.   For a few
minutes, I couldn't distinguish one voice from the other, until I heard Ellen
speak up.  "I saw Clyde in Victoria's room last week, but nothing really
happened."

"Oh no," I thought, "Do they really think nothing happened?  It's true nothing
happened that day, except that he terrified me with his overbearing power."  
I knew then that I was in an uphill battle.  Why would anyone believe that he
had been forcing me to do all those horrible things when I couldn't find the
strength to explain what they were?  After all, Clyde was a family man with a
wife and three little girls of his own that he loved and cherished.  At least
that's what everyone thought.  He did have a certain charisma about him.  
When he laughed everyone chimed in with what seemed to be a joyous
exchange of humor.  Yet no one knew Clyde the way I did.

The meeting ended with Clyde getting a slap on the wrist, so to speak, and
being told to stay away from me.  That was more for his sake than mine.  I,
on the other hand, walked away feeling every bit violated, defeated,
shameful and very much alone - more reasons to withdraw into my shell of
silence.
Hy Victoria,

I've just finished reading your book "A way out".   I was so gripped by the
story line I could hardly put it down. Its hard to see how anyone could
take such abuse and live, and not only survive it, but stay sane and be
such a lovely loving lady as you are.  I thank God that your experiences
never made you bitter, but gave you insight, understanding and empathy
towards other's sufferings.

The book surely is a testimony of God's ability to keep us and His plans
for us safe, and how He turns all things around to good.

It helped me to see how I too have endured abuse, not physical but
emotional and how understanding who we really are in the Lord and His
perception of us helps us to overcome all the past insecurities that have
caused us to become 'victims' instead of 'victors'.

Thank you so much for being so honest and open and sharing your
heart-rending story with the world.  

God bless

Shirley
Your Friend in England
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