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The Respected Town Monster

By Don Shetterly

Often, I hear people say, “Why didn’t you report what was done to you to someone?” 

To which, I think, “Who would I have told?” 

A school teacher that seemed to not give me any attention in class, and when I couldn’t do first-grade math would set me in the corner of the room with scissors, paper, and glue to keep myself occupied?

Maybe it would be the person that molested me in the basement of the church while the congregation was singing hymns to God.  No one seemed to notice.  No one seemed to care.  I … Read more...

A hug stopped me from killing myself

by Don Shetterly

I remember those days when life was more than I could bear.  I felt trapped and exhausted.  No matter what I did, life seemed hopeless.

There was no one I could talk to because I trusted no one.  I wasn’t sure what I needed to talk about because everything was swirling in my head. 

Then there was the shame

How could I even say what I didn’t want to acknowledge?  How would others take it if they knew?  Would they notice my shame and make me believe I was nothing more than the lowly piece of garbage … Read more...