Thursday, February, 13, 2014 – 2:02:56 PM

Trudy Metzger

For the Elmira Independent

It was November 1990 when I first started opening up about the sexual abuse and violence in our home. That journey began when one couple, in the Mennonite church I attended at that time, reached out to me with compassion. In one moment they changed my world, when they asked if I had been sexually abused. That one question opened a door that led directly through the deepest ‘hell’ and, with much time and healing, into the sweetest ‘heaven’ I have ever known.

Initially the trauma threatened to overwhelm me, and destroy me completely. That was the ‘hell’ of the journey. For just days shy of 21 years, I had buried those memories. Way, deep inside. Far from the conscious mind. That’s where I hid the truth.

But we never truly forget. The body remembers. And what the mind blocks, the subconscious lives out of. And, because I lived out of the terror and trauma of the past, my life screamed of victimization. (Continue reading at The Elmira Indpendent)