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My name is Jo and I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. I am not a victim.

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Jo writes at Minnesota Joy and tweets as @MinnesotaJoy. She asks that you please keep all comments here on Violence UnSilenced, rather than over on her blog.

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you are so strong for standing up, even when no one would listen.

My mom went on about how she just KNEW something had happened and acted like she was the victim in all of it..." Ugh, THIS is what my mom did, too. She acted like she was the victim. She did it again recently when asked about my younger sister's cutting issues. It's all about her. She takes no responsibility for what she did to this day.

Thank you for sharing your story... it made me cry, too...

Wow. I'm almost speechless. I can't even imagine all of that horror you lived through. Not being believed is so horrible and demoralizing. You are very strong to have shared your story. I am so happy that you have been able to find love and happiness. You sound like a wondful person and caring mother. Stay strong.

This post just makes me angry. I wish I could say I'm inspired, but I am simply angry. Your bravery and perspective are nothing short of amazing, but this makes me want to kill someone.

Thank you for sharing yourself with us.

Jo, your story is gut-wrenching and none of it was your fault, but you are not a victim. You are a miracle and a beacon and an intrepid mother. You are also a powerful writer, and I am truly grateful for what you have told.

Jo, my heart will not stop racing.

You are an amazing woman, and I am so glad you chose to share your story here.

You are so brave! Thank you for sharing your story. hugs to you!!

Jo, you’ve worked hard on your recovery. Your courage and your resiliency are impressive. Thank you for sharing your story.

Thank you for sharing your story. And for being a safe, supportive mom to your kids. That is huge.

You are a survivor!!

You are so brave. Thank you for sharing your story. xoxo

Thankyou for breaking the cycle.

You are a stunning woman. I'm a much better person for knowing you, and I'm grateful to be able to read your story here. Thank you for speaking out, for finding empowerment in this transparency, and for the advocating you do for girls and women. *HUG*

Such a heartbreaking but inspirational story. You're what we all aspire to be. Thanks so much for posting!

No, you certainly are not a victim. You are a survivor and an amazing one! I admire your strength, especially in finding the ability to forgive.

You are so brave, Jo. Thank you.

Your resilience is amazing. Thank you for sharing your story.

Jo, I so sorry for what you went through and for the sadness in your five-year-old eyes.

More than anything, though, what I read here is a story of not only surviving, but of living. Your strength, courage and determination to not be a victim is so obvious, and your speaking out about it here is a powerful act. Thank you for that.

And peace to you.

Thank you for sharing your story and teaching your children to be strong too.

Thank you for sharing your story. You are very strong!

jo, you are so brave for sharing your story. i weep for the childhood jo, but i stomp my feet and exclaim YES for you today. well done!

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Honored and blessed at the support. Thank you.

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