The
first time I was groomed, I opened the door to find Liz* standing there
with a jar of cream for muscle pain. I had fallen from a horse and hurt
my legs, so she was stopping by to check on me.
At the time, I was 20 years old and had recently gone through a spiritual and sexual identity crisis. The ...
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Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Same-Sex Abuse Inside the Church
My church mishandled my case. Yours doesn’t have to.
Ann Smith
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