My childhood sexual abuse, together with a lifetime of other abuses (including spousal attempted murder), firmly entrenched me in the promiscuous camp. I played a sort of sexual Russian roulette with my body all my life. Reading others’ comments is simultaneously comforting and saddening. Healing doesn’t happen in silence or solitude. After a lifetime of repression and suppression, I finally healed at 56 and am now enjoying reciprocal true love. My healing came from my researching and chronicling via writing my first book, a story of triumphing over trauma, “Roar: Primed for Peace. Self Heal from Trauma for Health, Happiness & Harmony.” 95% of our brains operate at the subconscious level and if we want to change our negative, limiting beliefs and self-destructive behavior, we have to address it accordingly. You can heal once you find the way. Wishing peace to all of you….