It feels like we drain each other like a shorted out battery.  Fantasizing about leaving is what gives strength for each day. I loath myself

Then, both the ladies stopped talking, and both seemed to realize that they were saying opposite things

Lily Rebecca an active Plain Mennonite woman who sought both professional and church support for mental health resources

(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

To protect the privacy of participants, we summarized the responses to "How were you impacted by CSA?"

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.

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

“It’s often taught as a transactional type of love”. What do I mean by this? It’s conditional on the Amish person or child complying with

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

"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

Child abuse knows no barriers and no community can be free from protecting the children from perpetrators.

Silence helps the perpetrators of crimes, never the victim.

the Amish are people, just like the rest of us. So, there is child sexual abuse among the Amish. Full. Stop. Period.

The Case for a Trauma Trained Therapist I sat across the table from my pastor and his wife, my trembling hands jammed deep into my jacket...