Say Something: Final Pt. The Worth of Saying Something—For me there is no crusader, knight, or rescue. But being a victim doesn’t keep me from being crusader, knight, and rescue for others.
Say Something: Pt 8 The Worth of Statements— I told the detectives and prosecutor I really didn’t know when everything happened. They said to just write on the witness statement what I remember. I had to make a statement.
Years before that courtroom, perhaps when I am sixteen or seventeen and Brenda two years younger, the years hazy from our timeless way of life, Brenda ostensibly broke our silence about our father’s sexual assault of us.
Say Something: Pt 6 The Worth of Being Separate—She tended to say things for effect, so I didn’t enter the conversation, but my sister indicated she knew what Nina was talking about.
I remember this time when I was in grade school when I had one of my first couple of what I today call my grey dreams. I usually dream in color but sometimes I have these terrible dreams that are all in shades of grey and the night.
My father could raise his voice when he was angry or lecturing but he also knew how to whisper so quietly and secretly to me that no one in the room knew the terrible things he spoke to me.
Say Something: Pt 3 The Worth of Voice—Suddenly, I turn, back to the door. I have never felt so alone and helpless or that the world is so large and scary. For the first time, I see this huge world beyond my family. It isn’t safe.