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Understanding Sibling Sexual Abuse
Sibling sexual abuse is a prevalent yet often overlooked form of trauma that occurs within many families. Contrary to common belief, sibling sexual abuse transcends socio-economic backgrounds and can persist for extended periods without detection. The pervasive silence surrounding this issue perpetuates its hidden nature, leaving survivors to navigate the aftermath alone. Review of Social and Therapeutic Beliefs In my research and reading, I reviewed reports, research papers, texts and blogs on the subject of ‘incest’ and then what I could find on ‘sibling sexual abuse’. Mostly, it was lumped in under the heading of ‘childhood sexual abuse’, and thankfully, now that is changing. Sibling sexual abuse is having its…
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Healing from Within: Dr Gabor Maté’s 7 A’s of Healing
In my journey of healing from sibling sexual abuse and reclaiming my voice, I stumbled upon Dr Gabor Maté’s profound insights in his book “When the Body Says No – the cost of hidden stress.” His concept of the 7 A’s of Healing resonated deeply with me, as it perfectly mirrored the stages I traversed in my own recovery process. Acceptance: The first step towards healing is acknowledging the reality of our past experiences with compassion. By accepting how things were back then, we pave the way for a more compassionate relationship with ourselves. Awareness: Reclaiming our capacity for emotional truth recognition is crucial. By embracing both the good and…
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Slow Dance Poem
Yesterday, I was reminded of this Slow Dance Poem printed in the book by Tim Ferriss, The 4-Hour Work Week. I recall reading this poem when my company was gaining momentum in sales and gaining territory each year. They were good times! Our nurses had more work than they needed, and everything was going to plan. Adrenaline-pumping, high-achieving me was saying, ‘ More, do more, work harder’. I was also meditating and an avid reader of all kinds of leadership books. One book I read was The 4-Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss. The poem titled ‘Slow Dance’ was towards the back. I read the words. Then I sat quietly, looked up,…
