The scope of the deception you are about to experience will take you to doubt and despair, while the discovery of truth these 10 men and women courageously commit to will restore your faith in
what is possible.
DIANA REYERS INTRODUCES
10 AUTHORS | 10 CHAPTERS | 10 STORIES
Authors: Kelly Sweet, Thomas Fournier, Anne Murphy, Angela Allen, Chelsey Marie, Shri Ananda, Tracey Greenwood, Janice Selbie, Lawrence Mitchell, and Elle Ana Nadeau
Excerpt from Daring to Share Truth to Deception - Volume 2 Chapter 3 - Deception to Truth by Anne Murphy - Compassion
I was adopted at the age of fourteen months and had been in the foster care system most of that time. Grandpa, my adoptive dad's father, was a diagnosed sexual psychopath who committed suicide at the age of sixty-five. We were all led to believe that he died in his sleep from a heart attack but the truth came out not long after my cousin uttered those four fateful words into the phone. Our family was filled with secrets and lies, secrets that many people went to great lengths to ensure stayed good and buried, never to see the light of day. Not only was dad's father a Grand Master Freemason, but he was also a teacher, a school principal, and a church choir leader. He loved carpentry and was known to make beautiful pieces of furniture. In the summer, he operated an onion farm with the help of the entire family. Many people in town believed he was quite an upstanding citizen. Unknown to most, he was involved in other activities as a seasoned career pedophile of the worst kind. I can only imagine the vast number of victims he harmed over his lifetime before he ended this depravity by taking his own life.
I always knew something horrific happened to me by his hands. All along, there were many fragments of memories I had that pointed to the fact I had become one of his victims. I believe it started immediately upon my adoption as he operated that way. Grandpa seemed to abuse those who were not related by blood. My cousin's mother was adopted into dad's family at age five and her abuse started after she moved into their home. It was many years later that she moved in with them again with her two kids, one of them being my cousin. The torture for that cousin began soon after they moved in.
My earliest memory of abuse is before the age of two years old. I had partial memories of it happening in the bathroom, the basement, the den, in his bedroom and in the bedroom I shared with my sister any time we stayed with them. He abused me while my sister lay sleeping in the bed beside. He almost always used a penknife or a letter opener to threaten me with harm if I ever told anyone. He followed this same pattern with my cousin and her mother. I tried to tell mom on a few different occasions but she just said, That can't have happened. She would then shut down and turn away from me.