Stolen Happiness

Reflections of a Sexual Abuse Victim

I am basically a happy person. I was washing my clothes one day when all of a sudden I had a flashback of my childhood years. For some years, our house was near the plaza, the church, and the school. The plaza was my playground. I can see the church from our bedroom window. The public school where I finished grade school was just a few steps from our house. The plaza, the church and the school were the center of the community. I would play a lot as a child. Aside from the plaza, the school and the church would have their front lawns serving as our playground. In short, I was a typical child. I grew up without shortage of laughter even when I experienced shortage of food and money. I remained a happy person in the seminary.

If I juxtapose my happy childhood with my experience of…

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