It was in October of 1979. My best friend at work went to a psychiatrist after the Easter Flood that had devastated much of our city. We had had many discussions regarding all the traumatic incidents I had gone through. She said she trusted this woman psychiatrist, as she too had experienced childhood molestation, and believed it would be in my best interest to go see her. It was a hard task to face my personal demons. It was a long and arduous ordeal. Psychiatry has changed along with many of the medications.

The most valuable input I recieved though was from a nonprofit group for childhood abuse victims. It was there that I learned through a twelve step program how all the abuse and the traumatic incidents, as well as my family history, had a hand in shaping me into who I was. I went through it once for my childhood abuse and the second one was for the adulthood abuse. They actually gave the answers I wanted and needed all along that the psychiatrists and psychologists never gave. I feel that any persons wellness hinges upon their own awareness of all of the aspects. Little by little if need be, but don't allow these poor souls (like myself) to live lives of delusions that can easily be dispelled by sharing information.