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Living with trauma

"Under Construction" is not my favorite phrase, but sometimes it's necessary. I want this to be a useful, encouraging, and educational landing spot for you as you learn more about Military Sexual Trauma (MST).
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1 in 3 female service members. 1 in 50 males. Every year, enough people to FILL Madison Square Garden. You are not, and you have never been, alone in this.
Your abuser most likely blamed you. That's what abusers do. But you - your past, your compliance, your silence - didn't cause this. They did. It wasn't your fault.
You may have said yes; gone willingly. But when they outrank you, "willing" feels like it's mandatory. Refusal feels risky, and maybe it is. After all, a forced yes is not consent.
No proof. No time limit. No cost. Every VA facility has a dedicated MST Coordinator whose only job is to help you find your way forward. You don't have to figure this out alone.
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I experienced MST before it even had a name. For 25 years, I carried that burden alone — in silence, in shame.
My closest friends didn't know I had served. On Veterans Day, I didn't stand with the others being honored.
I didn't feel like I had the right.
What began in pride and patriotism had ended in utter failure and abject shame.
And I was absolutely convinced that it was all my fault.
Then one sentence in a graduate school textbook caught my eye. I read it again. I highlighted it. I'd never heard of this thing: "military sexual trauma."
I started researching, and what I found... blew my mind. Not only was I not alone, but the sad fact is that sexual assault in the military was a "thing." Common. Predictable.
Quietly breaking its warriors from within.
And what happened to me? It wasn't my fault.
That discovery didn't merely jump-start my recovery. It led me to want to channel my expertise toward offering hope and encouragement to people like me. Some of them may not even know. But they need to know.
Maybe you know one of them. Maybe you are one of them.
I built these pages for you because I wished someone had built them for me.