The nightly terror is real. And so are the words...
Shhhh ... this is our little secret ... don t tell anyone.
On the outside, Lori Golden had a perfect childhood. A perfect family. A perfect upbringing. What Lori really had was a perfect house of lies. To the outside ... and within the confines of the walls.
The sexual abuse that started at the age of five for Lori Golden became a wall of silent screams. Screams that were hidden from herself and from the world for decades. Until she could do and did the tell.
When sexual abuse occurs, you are alone with your abuser, creating a unique kind of aloneness. One that is dark and sinister. You feel hopeless in the belief that you could get better, or the pain could end. Your aloneness becomes so profound that it makes you want to self-destruct, even feel suicidal.
You should embrace your story and let your inner abused child speak out. Learn how to love your child within and dedicate yourself to achieving your own personal freedom from its bondage. You lived through the worst of it as a child and survived. You can live freely once again.
Lori Golden learned that life is possible after a decade of sexual abuse. Her story ... her recovery ... and now her work as a therapist and speaker has opened doors for thousands.
My needs never mattered in my family. My father's sick cravings were all that mattered and my mother's refusal to see what was going on. I felt like a prisoner in my childhood home. I was never free to be myself. My whole childhood was about survival as I was robbed of innocence.
My House of Lies: Awakening from a Childhood of Sexual Abuse
Like so many survivors, I lived in terror, shame, confusion, and dissociation as well as chronic lack of sleep. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. It is used as a tactic to break prisoners down. Being a child of sexual abuse, I was held hostage and imprisoned by my father’s sick cravings. All I wanted to do was sleep. My needs did not matter. He was a sex addict. I knew when he had that “sex look” in his eyes that nothing I said or did would matter. So, I learned to get away, to survive, by dissociating from my body. My mind took me to a different place when every assault occurred, and I stayed silent. SHUSH.