Comment by Sandy on 15 Dec 2009 at 12:52 am

Dear Karen

I just finished reading your book yesterday. It was really heart wrenching and sad to know that people’s life are so ruined by those who SHOULD be taking care of them. I’m happy for you that you have gotten back on track and are strong as you are now.

However one question lingers on my mind ( and I’m somewhat surprised that the readers could actually blog here with you and get their questions answered!). I don’t recall reading any part of the book that tells your teenage life? Do you mind sharing how it was like? Were you still staying with your parents back then?

Thank you.

Oh, and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Take care,

Sandy

Dear Sandy,

Thank you for asking! I don’t mind answering questions about my teenage years! Actually, I’m a bit surprised that there haven’t been more questions about that time in my life.

My teenage years were met with both horror and a new confidence. The summer between seventh and eighth grade I traveled with my grandparents through many states, meeting many new friends, while my grandparents were busy at various racetracks. I spent most days at the motel pools and met kind people that I never knew existed. That was the first time I suspected there was a world out there for me to discover. I started eighth grade with more confidence and a new awareness.

During the night before the second day of my freshman year in high school my father had beaten me badly. The next morning I took the bus to school two hours earlier than usual. I found myself sitting at the football field watching the school’s marching band. I was in a daze, bruised, and didn’t know who I was. The director came up to me and asked me if I’d like to join the band. An alter said yes, and that started six years of playing in the marching, concert, and jazz bands. I learned to play the clarinet very quickly, as if I was meant to be a musician. My life changed at that time. I joined many clubs, and made many new friends. I finally had something to look forward to that wasn’t controlled by my father, grandfather, or Catholic school. I felt freedom for the first time. I spent long days after school in the performing arts center. I loved every minute. I felt happier, but as an alter—Karen 2.

In freshman health class I learn that I was a victim of incest. It was at that time I threatened my father and grandfather by stating that I would report them. I was given more freedom, but I continued to be physically and mentally abused. I dissociated that abuse. After integration, I realized my teen years were much better than my early childhood years. I became stronger and the abuse I had suffered earlier in life was temporarily relieved, with alter help. My pain was stored away until I was able to deal with it.

I feel privileged to answer questions here on my blog. I have survived and feel blessed. Sharing gives me purpose. It is my desire to encourage hope through sharing my story.

Thank you for your questions and a special thank you for all your compliments!

Karen