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 ...
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Same-Sex Abuse Inside the Church
My church mishandled my case. Yours doesn’t have to.