This was an honor and tribute to the last twenty years since I escaped. A shout-out to all the folks I've met along the way.

(The conversation about the arrest of an Anabaptist person for sexual abuse of a child being hijacked to say child sexual abuse is no...

As our final update on the results of the study, we would like to thank every one of our participants for being willing to share

On Sept 2, 2022 the below packet was shipped from The Misfit Amish via UPS to people at Goshen College & Bluffton University

We found that the highest rates of child sexual abuse were among those who were born Anabaptist (49%)

There is a significant difference in the child sexual abuse experiences of the people who are currently Anabaptist.

Update on the research study: CSA in Amish, Mennonite, Hutterite, Anabaptist & Other Religious Communities with the calculated percentages.

When I called and reported the suspected abuse case of an Amish families children to the local civil authorities. The local county's...

The Little Girl 22 January 2006 By Mary Byler I can’t breathe, let me go, let me go… I screamed… I can’t see, let me go, let me go… …but no

Sometimes, when we connect with fellow trauma survivors, we find moments of clarity and solidarity in discussing trauma experiences

Start by being present with us as we walk through this journey of finding the will to live after the horror and terror.

There's a card with an inspirational story behind the earrings. I was speechless.

I heard there is joy & smiles to be had, I’ve done nothing wrong, why do I feel so bad? Who do I tell, where do I go? What do I reap

Example: I love you, you are my child, whether you are gay, straight, bi, queer, trans or non-binary... Your sexual orientation or gender

Within many people there's a lot of grief around holidays. Part of the reason for me personally (and I can't speak for others; there may be)

"When you wrong someone and you ask for forgiveness, it is up to that person to choose whether to forgive you or not. "

Advocates are repeatedly having survivors get in touch with us after they have reached out to people who they thought were safe, only to be

Laying in bed, with my hood over my head, hugging my teddy bear wishing I was dead. That’s what it does to me.

When I can keep a job that I'm damn good at but can't organize my own house cleaning schedule?

I used to listen to this song "Coat of Many Colors, by Dolly Parton" (on my forbidden radio) on my bed with the blue Ohio Star quilt