Angela Shelton(s), thanks for the healing!
Wrote the song, “Break the Silence - Stop the Violence” and now understand better why it never was popular since SO many live in denial.
This painfully hit home and helped me realize I am not alone, nor am I crazy. Every day I get stronger, became a teacher to make a difference with children hoping they won’t grow up to be your dad or stepmom or my mom or dad. She was a teacher, too believe it or not! The lying is the worst part. Married twice and feel my sharing that dark past only opened the door for more abuse in both cases as they KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt I was truly out there on my own and no matter how bad things got going home to them would not be an option. One day I fled with my small children from the Caribbean to Hawaii. I hid in the rainforest and wrote songs. I made friends with the birds and even though I lived on the edge of an active volcano with lava all around my yard on three acres of land at the end of a dirt road 3 miles off the main road, I felt SAFE! What you have done here is explain HOW they get away with it and as a teacher have had to fight the system so much I want to do what you did after seeing your dad to everyone in charge!!!!
CHILD PROTECTION should be #1 in our society instead it’s the LAST thing we focus on. Instead of heads of state meeting with heads of state, they need to prosecute those who endanger children and those who perpetrate, robbing and stealing their childhoods and they should PAY so more people could see films like yours or hear songs like mine or the outstanding ones you chose for this film. You are a genius! I changed my name from Nancy Fish to Anna Fisher. I hated Nancy Fish so much for allowing so many bad things to happen and being too afraid to kept telling more people as it warranted blackened eyes and bruises from both parents. On Facebook, I made friends with many Nancy Fish’s which some thought peculiar but after seeing your movie just now I realize it was no accident! Helping others is empowering and draining in the same breath but it MUST be done. I have become very close to my sister who will talk about what happened. She was not only molested by my dad but also my uncle. We scrubbed toilet, cooked and washed clothes for about .25 per hour. Guess we were lucky to be paid as some never are but today I watch my mother spend what she robbed us of, no longer a survivor I thrive like YOU, happiness is a choice. Hugs!













