Wellbeing with Lisa

15/04/2026

My brother was my first abuser. I was 4, he was 11.
I spent the first many, many years of my life not wanting to tell anyone. As an adult, I became aware of the staggering statistics around how many children are s*xually abused, and I realized I wasn’t alone. Still, as abuse followed me into adulthood, so did the shame. When my brother was abusing me, I didn’t really know what was going on. It really seems in my mind that he was just trying to figure out anatomy, as he inserted a drinking straw into my private part, and blew air into me. It was a one-time thing, and he willingly let me walk away when the straw scratched me, and I jumped away. At 8, I was s*xually abused by a stranger on a church bus at a church festival. I had no idea how to get away from him, and I’m not sure I even realized that what he was doing was wrong until he tried to kiss me, and I was afraid someone would see him. Sure enough, when I got off the bus and rejoined the festivities, a little boy hollered that I was kissing that old man on the bus. I was humiliated and ashamed, and I left that church so that there was no chance that little boy would say anything to me again.
At 12, my older sister left me with some high school boys, while she and her friend went off to make out with their boyfriends. Again, I was s*xually abused until my h***n tore. Two years later, I had s*x for the first time and by then I thought it was pretty “normal” for guys to do things to girls. I can’t count the number of boys, then men, I had s*x with because of the impact the earlier traumas had on me and my sense of self-worth. At 30, I became a step-mother to two daughters. All I could think of when they were out of my sight, was that maybe my three abusers would even out the playing field and they would have zero. I gave up needing to tell somebody years ago, but I know that those abuses changed me into someone I was never supposed to be and led me down paths I was never intended to travel. At 67 now, there’s no use in regrets but there is a grief for what might have been, what should have been, vs. what has been my life and my relationships. For so long, there were so very many times when I wished I could tell somebody. I’m speaking now in the hope that someone else who reads this, will Tell Somebody while it can still make a difference for them. You know, I thought I had outgrown needing to Tell Somebody… but since writing my story down, I feel a lightness of spirit I have never felt before. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for this.

You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

15/04/2026

14/04/2026

How To Value Yourself ?

1. If you're not appreciated→ Step back

2. If you're not invited→ Don't force it

3. If you're invited at the last moment → Politely say no

4. If you're ignored→ Stop chasing

5. If you're betrayed→ Forgive for peace, move on for growth

6. If they forget you→ Don't remind them

7. If you're insulted → Focus on improving yourself

8. If you're being used→ Set clear limits

9. If you're disrespected→ Walk away calmly

10. If you're underestimated → Let your work speak

11. If you're taken for granted→ Stop over-giving

12. If you're manipulated → Protect your peace

13. If negativity surrounds you→ Choose distance

14. If you're lied to→ Trust actions, not promises

15. If you're controlled → Take back your choices

✨The moment you start valuing yourself, everything that doesn’t align with you begins to fall away.

14/04/2026

I was 3, when my older cousin started s*xually abusing me.
I say it every time I’m spreading awareness. ITS NEVER A STRANGER! We’re so worried about strangers, but strangers are not easily accessible. It’s the people you love. It’s your inner circle sadly. 1 in 4 children are being molest3d!!!! 1 in 4 🥺 We went to my older cousin’s house, every Sunday after church. Our parents would visit in the kitchen, and they’d send my brother, sister, and I down stairs to play. The abuse from my cousin wasn’t scary, it wasn’t mean, or aggressive. I was excited to be picked over my sister! I don’t remember being asked to keep it a secret, I just somehow knew. My cousin took me places I wasn’t allowed to go, or would give me treats I wasn’t allowed to have. I felt special. Picked, chosen if you will. What does every kid want? Attention! Especially in a family of siblings. That’s why it’s so confusing, and the children feel like it’s their fault.
I was in the 7th grade when I told an adult. Someone that came to our Jr. high, to talk to the girls about boys and our bodies, and date r@pe. In 1987, this would have been considered “woke” by today’s standards. After all those years, I remember begging my dad not to beat my cousin up. I still had love for him, or a sense of guilt. So confusing for a 13 year old girl, barely in puberty, and trying make sense of it all. Still not even sure what exactly s3x was, let alone s*xual acts. I had never even kissed a boy, or had a boyfriend. Sexual Abuse is a life sentence! I have been in counseling, therapy, groups, and more. The best therapy is owning it, speaking your truth, and advocating for others! But make no mistake, it is also a life sentence of confusion, pain, misunderstanding, trust issues, triggers, and trying to heal that 13 year old girl who broke that “special bond” with her cousin, because she was afraid he might abuse her little cousins that she had just started babysitting for. 1 in 4! 1 in 4! 1 in 4! 1 in 4! You’ll never regret it. Promise! ❤️

You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

14/04/2026

This behaviour is now a common topic of discussion. Not nice but necessary!!!

At age 9, I was s*xually abused by a primary school teacher.
The abuse began with him asking me to caddy for him at his golf games. At age 12, is when the abuse stopped. I heard that the same teacher, had pushed my younger brother against a radiator. I walked to the school he was at, and used a metal bar to smash up his car. I didn’t try and hide, was found with the metal bar, and nobody questioned why the teacher didn’t want me to face the police for smashing up his car. My teacher even gave me a jar of money when I faced him later. I told my priest about the abuse, but nothing was done. I simply can not put into words, the things that happened to me. I blacked it all out.
I began using alcohol and drugs to escape, for decades. A series of traumatic experiences in my early 30’s brought the memories back. Not incrementally, not gently, but all at once. And I’ve been trying to deal with it alone, ever since. I am still trying to process it all. I don’t blame what happened to me for any of my behaviors since, but I am aware enough to know that they shaped who I am, and how I respond to things. I question the point of my existence every day. I question whether I could have stopped others suffering, from his hands. I saw this page, about telling somebody about your abuse. I don’t know what I’m doing by messaging, but something made me open an email. Don’t be like me. Don’t stay quiet. Speak up. Say something.

You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

14/04/2026

When I was 12, I was s*xually abused by many different men.
I believe the abuse started as an infant, as my earliest memories were having panic attacks and being terrified of the world. My parents were emotionally absent, and deeply harmful people. When I was 12, they moved my siblings and I to a religious community. Before long, I had 2 men walk into my bedroom unsupervised, and they groomed me over time. It led to serious and prolonged s*xual abuse. The acts I suffered, I do not forget. The use of food to abuse me, has haunted me. Seeing food at tables as an adult, triggers thoughts of how it was used to harm me as a child in the most cruel manner, and is a memory I will always carry! During my stay at this religious community, I was also given to a child molest3r to have sleepovers with. I was also taken in a van with other boys I knew, to be abused by different men in different locations. They showed no interest in girls, so luckily my sister was never touched.
The abuse from all these men lasted for 12 intense months, and happened daily for most of that time. It stopped when one of the men was arrested at the place he used to take me to in the van, for abusing other boys. But my abuse wasn’t reported. I believe it was orchestrated by the man leading it, so the police never came. I was drugged, and used in ways I don’t even remember. Sometimes what I don’t know about my abuse, haunts me the most. Knowing there are photographs out there of me as a child, being abused, is hard to absorb some days. Would I ever see them? Who has seen them? Etc…. The guilt I feel, for introducing other boys to that environment and to those people, is hard to let go of. My parents kept my abuse a secret within my family. Not even my brother and sister were told, so I was very isolate, and I’ve only just started to speak out really. I’m fighting for them to reopen my case currently, and my life’s purpose now is to protect other children and to support the victims. I hope to advocate as much as possible now! To the other survivors out there, be brave! Reach out! There is a world outside of the horrors of these experiences. Let’s help ourselves, and those who follow us. One love, Tom ❤️💛💚

You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

27/03/2026

A café owner in France found a creative way to care for stray dogs by turning unused heat into a source of comfort. Beneath the outdoor tables, small sheltered spaces were built where dogs can curl up safely. These spots are connected to the café’s excess heating system, allowing gentle warmth to flow into the shelters during colder days, protecting the animals from harsh temperatures.

The design is simple yet thoughtful. The shelters are positioned where dogs naturally gather, making them easy to find and use. They are enclosed enough to block wind and rain, while still allowing ventilation and visibility. As customers sit above, unaware or quietly appreciative, warmth travels downward, creating a hidden haven below. Over time, the dogs begin to recognize these spots as safe places, returning regularly to rest.

This idea transforms something that would normally be wasted—excess heat—into a meaningful act of care. It shows how small adjustments in everyday spaces can have a real impact on vulnerable lives. By integrating compassion into the structure of the café itself, the owner has created more than a business environment—he has built a place where warmth is shared in the simplest and most human way.

21/02/2026

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