Kids love to tell secrets because “the” secret is like a bottle of liquid bubbles needing to be blown into the air, meant to dissipate and not contained for very long. As adults, many of us have held a secret, not lathered in liquid bubbles but a secret smothered in shame, blame and guilt. That’s the icky secret of sexual abuse and we’ve held it for way too long. I know this secret-keeping plight because I was a minor girl, being sexually abuse by my clergy, and I kept my mouth tight lipped and constantly worrying about what would happen …CONTINUE READING HERE: Taming Your Trauma Triggers