I'm thinking about my upcoming book publication with excitement, dread and with hope. Sharing my story with the public is something I have needed to do for twenty five years. And now, it is finally almost a reality.
Publishing The Price of Truth feels like a mission, a responsibility, a relief and a risk. I was given a difficult mission. The fact that I am here today is a miracle. The purpose of my memoir is to offer healing. To hand my story over to others to hold with me is a relief. It is a story to big and heavy to hold on my own. The risk is in facing the denial I'm sure it will trigger in many who are not ready to hear it.
I spoke to a Rabbi recently about the publication of my book. He read my manuscript and told me it is an important book, but suggested I change the setting to another country in another time, in order to hide the identity of my family, and community. He told me he believed my story, but thinks that the average (religious) person might not believe my story because I was so young when I was abused. And because of cognitive dissonance.
I can't change the story. It is a true story. The time is now. The setting is here. The people are us. This is the story of our families, our community today. It is our challange to own our story, as painful as it is, and allow it to transform us in a positive way.
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