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Life Behind the Masks: Surviving and Healing from Mother-Daughter Sexual Abuse

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Product Description AMAZON #1 NEW RELEASE and AMAZON BESTSELLERMother-Daughter Sexual Abuse ~ MDSA The ultimate betrayal of a child's trust. The taboo subject led by society's denial that abuse of this nature even occurs. Wilma survived 16 years of her mother Hellen's brutal, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse-including acts of torture. Manipulated, controlled, and violated from her earliest memories, Wilma despaired from the constant hunger, sexual abuse, violent beatings, and strip searches. She feared suicide was her only option. The stigma and shame of the abuse silenced Wilma for years. As Wilma found the courage to speak her unspeakable secret- she was relieved by the support she received, after years of being convinced no one would believe her. MacLiver wrote her powerful, true story in this inspiring book from a daughter-survivor's point of view. Life Behind the Masks is a must-read to witness her miracle healing from the worst kind of sexual abuse- an unforgettable memoir. Review An extraordinary memoir, Life Behind the Masks, shares the painfully trauma-ridden childhood of a truly exceptional woman. Wilma lets other survivors know they are not alone, they matter, and what happens to them matters. Through Wilma MacLiver's undaunted courage to break the cycle of childhood sexual abuse in her family, the reader aligns with her struggle to share her voice, a voice kept silent for too long. She reminds us that through acknowledgement, healing comes. We are lifted as Wilma becomes unmasked and reclaims her life! ~ Trisha Meili, New York Times bestselling author, I Am the Central Park Jogger: A Story of Hope and Possibility Child sexual abuse often brings up many questions, with "Why didn't they tell?" being first on the list. It is difficult for people to comprehend the way abuse can impact a child's every thought, action, and reaction—much less understand the long-term havoc it creates in their life.  Wilma's amazing courage to bare her soul and share her childhood with the reader strikes pay dirt: one cannot read her account without having an answer to this question, as well as a host of others. Wilma's genuineness and willingness to explore her own culpability is profound, and calls attention to the mental anguish victims go through, as they own the shame and guilt dumped on them by their offender. It fosters an understanding that is clear: not lost in theory and speculation. Wilma's account of her life experiences is a gift to other victims, to those who advocate for them, and to humanity.  ~ Dorthy Stucky Halley, LMSW, Victim Services Division Director Office of Kansas Attorney General Derek Schmidt Stark and unfiltered. A survivor's account of her childhood marred by the trauma of maternal abuse. All the signs were there, but those who might have intervened either could not or would not see it. Frustratingly familiar. This book should be required reading for anyone who works with children or with survivors of abuse. ~ Susan Kostenko, M.D. (retired) Adult Psychiatry and Substance Abuse I read the book and it was amazing! It is a very powerful and inspiring story.  Thank you, I look forward to more from this author. ~ Amazon Reader From the Author Abused children live in environments that are beyond their comprehension. What actually happens to children in those circumstances is shocking and deplorable to read about. The subject of child abuse is difficult, emotional, and disturbing, but it is real.                                                                             ~ I learned to read in first grade. I remember the awe and wonder I experienced when reading a book. It seemed amazing that reading could transform me to another place. I didn't hear the playground bell when I was reading E.B. White's masterpiece because I was in the barn listening to Charlotte speak from high up in her web. I was 10 years old when I first thought I would like t