The Art of Healing: “If I tell, I will die.” #MeToo

Writing this was a big deal for me. It’s taken decades of healing to get this far.

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At a young age, I was fascinated by mirrors. The fact that our twin house was attached to a “mirror” where the family next door lived their lives in reverse order — The living room being opposite from ours, etc. — sounded marvelous to me.

One morning, the couple in the house next door woke up in their backwards bedroom to find four-year-old me by their bed, staring at them.

I loved the idea of a mirror house so much that I had to check it out for myself; lucky for me, their front door wasn’t locked.

I’ve always been adventurous. I’ve always searched for the magical world inside the looking glass.

When I was a bit older, I risked an adventure in intimacy. I have told my story of childhood sexual abuse many times, but I usually hold back. Very few people know the full story.

The part I have not told has affected my writing life, which was strewn with years of unfinished projects. I would tell myself I’d lost interest, but in truth I didn’t want to experience feelings that writing could trigger.