A Shining Light
The Cries in the Dark
Here Be Monsters
The Deep Secrets of Night
The Cleansing Fire
Walking in Darkness
Roses in Winter
Secondary Survivors

Echoes is back after a one-year hiatus, and two server changes.  I have missed working with this site.  It was so instrumental in my healing, and I hope it will continue to be a help to me and to others.  Thanks for visiting Echoes.

Welcome to Echoes, a site for survivors of rape and sexual abuse

Echoes was created for both female and male survivors of rape and sexual abuse.  It contains my personal story, articles on the aftermath of rape, some of my poems, and links, both helpful and fun. 
If you have been raped or abused, please remember, IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT.  It doesn't matter what you were wearing, where you went, what you did or what you said.
If you need help right now, please call a local crisis center or 1-800-656-HOPE.  Remember, no-one has to be alone.
Warning to Survivors -
Stories, poems, and discussions here may TRIGGER you.  Please use care when viewing this website.

Echoes enters it's sixth year on the web!
It's been six years since I created Echoes.  Most of the original work was done in the middle of the night, when I was so wrapped up in the misery of the assault that I couldn't sleep.   Building  Echoes was very healing for me -- it gave me something constructive to do and brought something good out of all the darkness I was going through.  I hope you are able to bring something good out of your darkness, and I hope you find something on Echoes that helps you in your healing. 

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I love hearing from my visitors. If you need to talk to someone who understands, feel free to email me.

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What's New on Echoes
Last updated:  February 10th, 2007
It has been a long time since I've worked on this site.  About two years ago, I moved to a paid server.  I redesigned the entire site and kept it there for a year.  Then the server was sold, my account was deleted, and I was so angry that I didn't bother to rebuild.  Also, I admit that I thought the active phase of my healing was over.  I was wrong.
Stress has an odd way of bringing things back.  I've always been a repressor and have had great difficulty in accepting and believing what memories I have.  This past year has been very hard for me and my family -- my grandmother is dying of cancer, one of my sisters was diagnosed with lupus and rheumatoid arthritis, and my other sister is trying to escape an addicted, abusive husband and has suffered a ministroke.  One uncle had a probable heart attack and another experienced sudden onset paranoia.  My own health has deteriorated; my doctor is worried that I'm on the brink of type 2 diabetes and heart disease.  I also developed arrythmia and premature ventricular contractions, likely due to stress.  I began to realize that internalizing all my worry about family members was causing physical problems for me, and of course immediately understood this in the context of my repressed memories -- it's what I have always done. 
A very triggering email sent me running for cover a few months ago -- and brought back a chain of memories I hadn't allowed myself to look at in a long time.  So here I am, trying to make sense out of the chaos.  But, you know, it's good to be back.
Quote for February:
"And in the end I guess I had to fall, always find my place among the ashes..."
Amy Lee, Evanescence, "Lithium"
Thanks for visiting Echoes.



***  Please note:  I have used the female personal pronoun "she" to describe survivors on this website, not because I believe that all survivors are female, or that men don't deserve support, but because I am female and it came more naturally.  ***