Even though I work in the field of counseling abuse victims, this was an extremely difficult piece to write. After nearly every interview, I just wanted to stop, it was just too hard to hear. Jordan is where the US was maybe thirty years ago in terms of abuse-awareness, and it is a completely taboo topic. The story I wrote last year of a victim’s account of her abuse was the first time such a thing had ever been in print.
Then VIVA had a controversial issue pulled off the shelves by the publisher, and they told me they needed to wait awhile before presenting another hot topic. I was fine with that, but in October they asked if I was ready to finish it and I knew it was time. I actually planned to write this under my pen-name, as I was afraid of the repercussions of exposing this level of depravity, but my editors encouraged me to stand with it. This is the unedited version, but it doesn’t even contain the very worst stories told to me, which I need to keep in confidence. Those stories I bring to the Lord Jesus Christ, crying for mercy for the girls and boys who don’t yet know Him as Saviour and Wounded Healer.
Pray first, then get out the Kleenex and click here for the complete story.
