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March 09th, 2013

3/9/2013

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I will never forget that July morning in 1979 when, at the age of eleven, my innocence was stolen away from me by a madman, disguised as a “member of the family.” He married into the family but obviously didn’t realize that sweet, little girls with pigtails were off limits. I’ve battled with how to deal with those demons my entire life since this tragedy occurred. It feels like, at times, that I can’t shake the fear, the shame, and the disgust over that incident, all of these years later. In a poem that I wrote called “History,” I say the following lines:

[T]he anger is still there

Most days I can control it, suck it up and own it

But it is still there

All these years later                                                                   

It is still there.

Those words express for me how I sometimes feel about being violated and then told to ignore it and/or pretend “it” didn’t happen by someone in my life who should have been my protector.  This person, I still have trouble forgiving. Sometimes, this person feels more like the violator than the violator.

Sadly, that one incident has affected me and everyone who has been and is a part of my inner circle. Sometimes I am distant. Moody. I pull away. I detach myself. I attempt to be “the life of the party,” as sung by Smokey Robinson, but really all I want to do is to be swallowed up by floor. I shy away from affection. I desire it but it also scares me. I am a control freak. The list goes on and on. And the worst of it all is I still, sometimes, blame that poor little eleven year old girl for what happened to “us.” The adult me scolds her for not being smarter. Why did you let him in?  Why couldn't you see that he was drunk and out of his mind? Why didn’t you tell our daddy, so he could have fixed things? Why didn’t you protect us, dammit!?!

So the question is, why am I revealing all of these details about my life now in such a public forum? Those close to me know the details. I’ve spent years in therapy rehashing the story over and over. My husband, who is my lifeline and best friend, deals with these demons right along with me day after day, year after year. So why put this story out there? The simple answer is, I want to be free. At times I think that I am free, and then something happens. My senses pick up on scents that I relate to that morning – the smell of beer, Cherry flavored Kool-Aid, cigarette smoke and stale Pork rinds – and then just as “fast as lightning,” little Angela is catapulted back to the summer of 1979. But I am ready to stop this madness for good now. I am trying to adopt the mindset that I must speak and/or write the words that bind me so that I can be free.


Robin Roberts, the news anchor at Good Morning America, recently said she will “turn [her] mess into [her] message.” I like that. I will strive to do that and release myself of the “noose of child sexual abuse.” And that is what it is. The longer those of us who have suffered from child sexual abuse continue to swing in the trees of torment and despair, we continue to give our assailant the power. We must cut ourselves down from those trees and be free. I will continue to talk about this issue, because there is too much silence about it. Too many little girls and boys have been violated and they are too scared, even as adults, to tell their stories. Well, this is my story. And I say to this violent portion of my history, “I rebuke you.” You will no longer be my mess, you will, instead, be my message. I will write about this issue. Talk to young girls and boys about this affront to our youth and innocence. I will not allow another boy or girl on my watch feel as if the shame is theirs. I will stand up and speak out until it is the violators who will fall on their knees and cry “Mercy.” For their sake, I hope mercy will be granted.  Simply put, I claim my freedom…Today.

For more information about child sexual abuse and organizations that can help children and families, click here.

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Pat
3/9/2013 08:33:24 am

thank you so much for your courage. i am forwarding this to my family in the hopes they can better understand where i am coming from when we disagree about forgiveness, moving on, and forgetting. if only it were that simple.

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Angela Jackson-Brown link
3/9/2013 09:59:58 am

Dear Pat,

Thank you so much for reading my story and sharing with me a portion of your story. I know how difficult it is to get family and friends to understand our pain. They want us to move on, and we, more than them, want to move on. It's just not that easy. I pray that you will be able to deal with your pain and lead your family towards a greater understanding of what you are experiencing. Feel free to contact me. I am on Facebook and Twitter, so you are welcome to friend me or, if you like, you can send me a private email. Go to the Contact page of my website. I am not one of those people who will tell you, "Oh, it will get better." To me, when people say that, they dismiss the pain. I will say, don't suffer alone, because you aren't alone. You don't have to "come out" so publicly, but you can say to yourself, I know one other person like me who is fighting the battle to win over this horrible crime we endured.

Love and Peace, Angela

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Crystal link
3/11/2013 10:19:00 am

Angela,
Thank you so much for this post. You give words to the tragedy of so many girls and the girls still inside us as women.
xoxo

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Angela jackson-Brown link
3/12/2013 03:26:16 am

Thanks so much, Crystal. I appreciate your words. Love you right back, A

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Michael Brown
3/12/2013 07:20:01 am

Angela, My mother. You are by far one of the strongest individuals I have ever met, to be able to overcome such hardship and (knowing you well, so knowing that this is merely one example from a very hard knock childhood) allows me to swell with pride when I see you spill your heart onto this page. I love how you take something that would break most normal people and turn it into a source of inspiration to help/guide others like you and unlike you to a state of mind where you become stronger. Granted, this memory will always stain your past, but I very much enjoy watching you grow and learn from it even to this day. It just goes to show me that in a life where your 2 sons, hardheaded as they may be, are still more protected from Mama A than anyone on this planet, and I truly know that your heart is here for us. You are a savior to many, including myself, and I will never stop admiring your absolute bravery to be able to deal with this issue head on and publicly. I love you Mama A, Keep it up!!

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Angela Jackson-Brown link
3/12/2013 07:38:04 am

Michael S. Brown, you have me sitting here blubbering like...well...like a proud mama. Even though I didn't give birth to you, you were my son that first time I laid eyes on you. You and Justin have been constant sources of pride for your dad and me. So much of my strength came from the fact that you boys needed me to be a mom who didn't constantly lose herself to the memories. Thank you for that. For the rest of your life, I will love you fiercely and will always be "Mama Grizzly" when it comes to protecting you and Justin, my forever "cubs." Love always, Mama A

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