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Personal Narrative: Hungry Ghosts
While reading Hungry Ghosts, childhood memories of sexual abuse by my step-father, starting at the age of two until I was sixteen, came to mind. It was not until I was sixteen that I stood up to my step-father and told him to never touch me again. My courage came from the car my great-grandmother gave me at sixteen. The car gave me a sense of freedom. I had known for some time that what was happening to me was wrong, but I had no way of escape. With new-found freedom, accompanied by guilt, shame, and a feeling of worthlessness, I became promiscuous. After each relationship, I still felt empty, guilty, and yet I had a stronger drive to find love through

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