I had been sexually assaulted by the bishop of my church and knew I needed outside help.Frightened and confused I made a dash for the police station. They were the worldly outsiders and I was so scared. Based on the tragic true story
When I was six years old my family started to live and dress like the Amish. A few years later we moved to a mountain ranch where my sister and I were subjected to almost complete isolation, sexual abuse, and extreme physical violence.
In my late teens, my parents feared we would escape and took us to an Amish community where we were adopted and became baptized members. I was devastated to once again find myself in a world of fear, sexual abuse, animal cruelty and other crimes. Going to the police was forbidden.
A few years later I was sexually assaulted by the bishop of my church. I knew I had to get help and one morning in early March I made a dash for a tiny police station in rural Minnesota. As a result, I found myself plummeted into the strange modern world with only a second-grade education and no form of identification.
Pictures of the author as a teenager and after leaving the Amish. goo.gl/sHvICm
Author's Note- To everyone out there, I beg you to never turn a blind eye towards child abuse or think someone else will report it. You could be that child's last chance, be a hero and report ( National Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-422-4453)-Misty Griffin