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When my mother was pregnant with me she decided she didn’t want to have me
I was the sixth of seven children. I was molested from the time I was two or three years old until I was six or seven.
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend
I remember of walking on a bridge in New York City, hearing an evil presence. As I looked over the edge of the bridge I heard a voice say, “Jump. It’ll be all over.”
"He did cross the line, and I became a victim of what we now know as date rape. Thirty years ago that's really not what it was called. Since I did go into the bedroom with the guy, I blamed myself for many years..."
One of the women was a employee at work. The Board of Directors called me in. After questioning me about this they terminated my employment, effective immediately.
"I was the girl on top of the bar with money being put on me, not remembering any of it the next morning."
Carrie prostituted herself for drugs. As a registered nurse, educated and articulate, she never expected to go so low.
"By the time I was in puberty I had one foot in the homosexual world, one in the heterosexual world, and I didn’t know how I got there."
I remember her beginning to cry. She asked me, “Before you leave would you mind to watch this video?” So she comes in and puts this video on and leaves a little box of Kleenexes next to me.