{"id":471,"date":"2008-11-18T04:03:31","date_gmt":"2008-11-18T04:03:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/switchingtime.wordpress.com\/?p=471"},"modified":"2008-11-18T04:03:31","modified_gmt":"2008-11-18T04:03:31","slug":"karen-answers-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.switchingtime.com\/?p=471","title":{"rendered":"Karen answers Rose"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--StartFragment--><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span><a href=\"http:\/\/switchingtime.wordpress.com\/2008\/11\/18\/karen-answers-rose\/\">Comment by Rose on November 16, 2008 4:36 pm<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>Dearest Karen,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>During our church service today I thought of you. The message of the day required deep thought of how a child<\/span><span>\u02bc<\/span><span>s life can be changed with careful interventions. A catholic girl thrown into the mist of unbearable trauma. Where did your heart of kindness come from? A nun? A priest, pastor or deacon? Who inspired your survival? How could you find true love and happiness after the pain endured? Do you believe in a higher power?<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>Rose<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>Dear Rose,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>Thank you for thinking of me!<span>\u00a0 <\/span>It&#8217;s true a child&#8217;s path can be changed with the support of parents, family members, and the community.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>Careful interventions would&#8217;ve helped me if they had presented themselves.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>It was so unfortunate not to receive the support I needed to grow up feeling happy, strong, and secure, but somehow I managed to develop a supportive system within myself.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>Being a Catholic girl wasn&#8217;t an issue, being an abused child with no one to turn to, was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>There were a few people I met along the way who inspired me to grow.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>I treasure memories of them.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>There was one nun who took a liking to me.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>She seemed to sense more than I shared with her.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>She was attentive and kind and took special care of me when she saw my bruises.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>There was the man who owned the ice cream parlor who listened to me over a chocolate phosphate or green river soda, and a pastor from a neighborhood church, not my own, that would sit and listen to me.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>I never shared my abuse with any of them for fear of being judged, but I believe they all suspected.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>It was me who always changed the subject or left when our talks got too near the truth.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>I was ashamed and believed I was to blame for being abused.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>I would simply gain some strength and acceptance from those talks that was so missing from my family life.<span>\u00a0 <\/span>I found happiness and love through music and art, people with tender hearts, and finding small moments of peace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>And, yes, Rose, I believe in God,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>Karen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Comment by Rose on November 16, 2008 4:36 pm Dearest Karen, During our church service today I thought of you. The message of the day required deep thought of how a child\u02bcs life can be changed with careful interventions. A catholic girl thrown into the mist of unbearable trauma. 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