Kyla Allmond
Published: 2021-05-05
Total Pages: 112
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It was a sunny day in North Carolina. Mama was away visiting Granny who lived a couple hours away. Granny had had knee replacement surgery a few days before and Mama had gone to take care of her. It was the first time Dad, my sister Kendra, and I had the house to ourselves. I was super excited because Mama's mood was unpredictable and volatile at times, but Dad always knew how to calm her wrath. Dad was my favorite; he was calm and spoke very few words. Most importantly, he always saved me from Mama's temper. He and Mama had adopted Kendra and me, so he had to be a pretty decent person, right?That day, Dad and I were on the couch in the living room watching The Jetsons on TV. I felt completely safe and relaxed. It was something we always did as a family, but this was the first time I got to spend one-on-one time with my Dad. The episode was just starting, and I was humming along to the theme song. Then I felt Dad grab my hand. I didn't think anything of it because he had held my hand plenty of times. It made me feel safe. This time it was a little different, though. He pulled my hand closer to him, and I felt a little weird. I began to feel nervous butterflies in my stomach. He looked at me and softly said, "It's okay," and I believed him.At the tender age of nine, I was introduced to what would become my confusing relationship with men and sex. That incident was not my first encounter with "trauma," and certainly would not be the last. Transparent Trauma was birthed out of my own experiences, with the hope to empower those who have experienced trauma in their lives and restore their faith in humanity. After years of therapy and working on myself, I finally began to start trusting myself. I have come to the place in my healing process where the next step is to help heal others. Take this journey with me-from pain to healing-as I break down the walls of shame and expose the ugly truth behind my scars.