by Elisabeth | Apr 19, 2013 | Trauma In Society
I hate driving in Northern Virginia. Although I only live 90 miles from Washington D.C., I never go there. I don’t have the patience. Of course, it probably doesn’t help that I was trafficked in Northern Virginia, so that certainly adds some angst. This is why it...
by Elisabeth | Apr 8, 2013 | Trauma In Society
It’s the new slogan of the anti-trafficking movement. It’s powerful for those who understand it. And for those that don’t … it’s written off along with everything else they don’t understand. Supporters respond to those that don’t get it by saying it more and saying...
by Elisabeth | Apr 2, 2013 | Parenting
I hear this question about once a week. When I first heard it, I cringed. I was not sure how to answer it. I was afraid if I didn’t come up with the perfect response, my children would be permanently scarred. It doesn’t bother me very much anymore. I have several...
by Elisabeth | Mar 19, 2013 | Dissociation, Memory Repression
Sometimes people ask me, “How did you know that there was something you forgot?” On a conscious level, I didn’t. But something seemed wrong. I was so anxious and so sick, and no doctor could determine the cause. I also found that there were huge gaps in my...
by Elisabeth | Mar 8, 2013 | Parenting, Trauma In Society
How could this happen in a suburb of Washington D.C.? People would have seen something. Somebody would have said something or called the police. What about your family? What about your mother? Why didn’t you tell anyone? I’ve heard all of these responses. Nobody...
