Sssssh…..Don’t Talk About It

When I first started working in the field of child sexual abuse I ran into many hurdles. I had created the REPAIR Your Life program and was currently working for a leading HMO in southern California. The San Diego office had studied my program and decided they wanted me to teach it in their Weight Loss Clinic. Their stats showed that the majority of their obese patients had been sexually abused as children. I was elated. After having gone through five years of recovery from incest myself and having spent another three years creating the program which I had followed in my own recovery, I was eager to share it with others so they could become as I now was, the happiest person I knew. I was going to be teaching it on my own time and was going to be earning no money from it. I had spoken to various departments at other facilities and they too wanted me to begin teaching classes on how to REPAIR your life for those who had been sexually abused as a child. I talked to my boss about it and she was supportive and approved my efforts. I was even happier when I ran in to so many people who worked at my facility who had heard what I was going to be doing and saying it was a desperately needed endeavor.

Shortly before I was to begin my first class my boss came into my office and told me that I could not teach the class after all. I reminded her that it was on my own time, was not a conflict of interest and that I didn’t really need her permission. I was appalled at her change of mind and asked why. She refused to answer but told me that if I went forward with my plans she would fire me. I was stunned but had no choice but to comply as I needed to keep my job. I called the Director of Human Resources who was a friend and asked her if she knew why this had happened. She said the program was badly needed and she’d get to the bottom of it and call me back. A few days later she called and said if I went forward with my plans I would be fired. Then she abruptly hung up. When I told the San Diego offices that I couldn’t teach the class and why they were confused and said they’d try to find out what was behind it. They were never able to pinpoint the reason. I was devastated. I remembered vaguely that upon opening my boss’s mail (part of my responsibility as I was her Administrative Assistant) I had seen a clipping from a newspaper with an article about someone who had been sexually abused as a child and the repercussions that had ensued with a note attached saying perhaps that would help. It had been sent to her by a co-worker who was a friend of hers. I drew my own conclusions but still wasn’t sure if that had been the reason.

This happened back in the 90s and I am still disappointed at my inability to teach the class as I had envisioned going from one facility to another (there were several in the southern California area) and sharing what I believed was a practical and almost magical way to heal from the scars of child sexual abuse.

I have now spent almost 25 years in this field and continue to be appalled at how many people, even with the ME TOO movement, don’t want you to talk about having been sexually abused as a child. My frustration at some of the reasons continues to grow. One person told me that her husband’s sisters had been sexually abused and he was angry that I was talking about child sexual abuse and didn’t like me because of it. Another said that by continuing to talk about it I was telling the world that I was still a victim. This last comment angered me. I understand that once upon a time, before I got into recovery what my father had done to me was so shameful that I didn’t even want to think about it much less talk about it. The images this put in my mind made me feel dirty as if it were my fault and I must be a bad person. Back then I had felt like I was a victim without even realizing that was what I thought of myself. That had all changed once I completed recovery.

I remembered the last time I had seen my father. I had blacked out my teen years beginning with the first rape at the age of 13 and ending when I ran away from home at the age of 18 after a beating from my father that almost killed me. I continued to keep it in the back of my mind, in a locked room one that had a sign on it that said, “You had a nightmare, go back to sleep.” These were my mother’s word to me when I screamed and screamed for help. She had been a heavy sleeper and by the time she got into my room to deal with her hysterical daughter my father was standing in the hall, clutching his robe and watching with interest. Now here I was, many years older at my father’s house, at his request, four hours north of where I lived. He had remarried after my mother died of cancer and his current wife was mostly paralyzed from a stroke she had suffered a few months earlier. She lay in a hospital bed in their kitchen. My father was changing her IV and he looked at me with stricken eyes and said, “Kiddo, do you remember a few years ago when I told you about the incest relationship we had when you were in your teens?” I vaguely remembered that night, another night I had locked into that closet in my mind. “Yes…..” My body stiffened and I held my breath.

“I need to talk to you about that before it’s too late.”

“No,” my step-mother shrieked. “No, don’t talk about it. I’ve had to listen to you talk about it for 25 years and I don’t want to hear it again.” She writhed in agony on her bed her head as she sobbed and rolled her head back and forth.

My father stopped talking, finished what he was doing. Nothing further was said. I left for home the next day, confused about what had been unsaid. Then I locked it again into my closet never to open until I began going through recovery, another three years. By then my father had already passed away, dying of a massive heart attack a few weeks after I had seen him last. I’ve often wondered if that had to happen first so that I would feel safe enough to deal with the past.

Today, my one biggest frustration is the response of so many mature, sane and sensible people regarding talking about child sexual abuse. It doesn’t matter if your own child suffered at the hands of a perpetrator. It doesn’t matter if you’ve heard so much about it on the news. The majority of people I know continue to keep their head in the sand and wish you’d do the same. I have friends I used to be close to who have distanced themselves from me since I have gone public. It breaks my heart and makes me feel alone.

I try to put myself in their place. What would I think if a friend of mine divulged that this had happened to her when I had never experienced it? I would feel such revulsion. I might even wonder what they had done to cause it. I might think they were making it up just to draw attention to themselves.  I would probably wish they wouldn’t talk about it. I too might say Sssssh! But I hope not. Has society advanced so little that we still don’t want to talk about it?




  1. I would like information about your group

    • Marjorie McKinnon

      Hi Connie,

      For information about the Lamplighter Movement please see our website at If you would like to start a chapter go to the Start A Group page and if you want to know if there is a chapter near you and how to get information on it check our Chapter Locations page. It will show the name of the facilitator and her email address. Contact them for information.I have 2 other suggestions. Call your phone operator to find the phone # for the nearest Codependents Anonymous chapter. It’s a 12 step program that helped me a lot while I was in recovery. Attend at least six of their meetings. Something magical happens by then. You realize you are in the right place. I would also recommend looking on our website under the book pages for the page on Repair Your Life as well as the page on the program. There’s a lot of help available on my website so you might spend some time looking it over. The REPAIR program took me from being married to my 3rd abuser, suicidal, a sex addict and living part time in a women’s shelter to being the happiest person I know. So, I would definitely encourage you to get the book and start working the program. It is the guide that most of our chapters are using for recovery. It is now in its second edition with two new chapters and a Forward written by Dr. Vincent Felitti who co-authored the ACE Study. He also gave me a five-star review on the book. It can be found on Type in “the ace study” under Google and it will take you to more than one site that explains what they are doing. I knew Dr. Felitti during his ground-breaking work and it is phenomenal.

      Let me know if I can help in any other way. Margie

  2. Melissa D Tomlinson

    I am completely disgusted with people. They hear stories of incest and rape in the news and media and voice outrage, but treat those who disclose the same and are close to them with shame. I, too, have been abandoned, lied about, and blamed since telling my family about my childhood sexual abuse (not family). But, there was so much emotional abuse that I had also attempted suicide (my mother forgot about), was told I needed to move out at 15 after being sexually exploited, and was given a black eye by my mother – along with other physical assaults I kept silent about to preserve our family “appearance.” Triggers have surfaced leaving me paralyzed – yet another victory in my mother’s book – as she injected herself into my medical treatment and lied. Fortunately I have a legal background and do document everything, but I realize I will need to stand against in order to not be buried by her. She is angry – saying she “taught me better” than to be sexually abused by a teenage girl when I was 6-8 years old. But, I also now know that she was a drug dealer in her college years, had a child out of wedlock and gave him up for adoption (so, I’m NOT the oldest child), and various other “secrets.” I think the hardest part is that my mother calls herself a Christian – she is not. You are addressing many issues, but you don’t offer any solution. Is that what we adult survivors are left with? We get to find strength in owning the ongoing terror we live with and…. what? I haven’t been able to work – and I have always lived a good life. I continue to suffer because I am a target? How is any of this right or fair? Why can’t those who prey on us be prosecuted? It is cruel and life-ruining! They deserve jail time. I was better off NOT talking about it. That is the sad truth.

    • Marjorie McKinnon


      I don’t see where I applied to this. If I didn’t I am so, so sorry. And I am so sorry for the abuse you suffered. You said that I didn’t offer any solutions. Of course I do. Go to our website at and check out the book page on REPAIR Your Life. Working that program took me from living with my 3rd abuser, suicidal and living part time in a women’s shelter to being the happiest person I know. It is an amazing program. You must check it out; repair your life. Let me know if I can help in any other way. Margie

  3. What is interesting to me is that we compartmentalize sex with children. We are more than willing to discuss child sex slavery, or child pornography. Politicians talk about stopping it all the time
    But, when it comes to familial abuse and incest, there is a complete silence and a complete unwillingness to engage. Rather than intelligent and academic discussion, it is left as fodder for Steve Wilkos!

    • Marjorie McKinnon

      You’re right Don. I never thought of it that way. It’s so sad. Three of my four children don’t want me to talk about it and two of them were victims. My son spent years thinking I made it up. I wish I had. The reality is much harder to bear. Thanks so much for your comments. I always look forward to your feedback. Margie

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