This morning I got a text from a gal pal about how she was going to The Moth tonight. That made me look up the theme. Found out it was “Secrets” and decided it’d be a good opportunity to tell a story about our family secret, the denial that my grandfather is a pedophile. So I did. I went on stage and shared about putting the clues together as a child. About when it happened again when I was an adult to one of my cousins. About calling the cops to report it. About what it was like to be a grown up and finally hear the truth instead of putting clues together to figure this out. And the best part was that all I did to prepare for it was spend the day hiking with Anchovy. I took a notebook and sat on a rock and she sat with me like a little protector while I wrote down my thoughts about it all. I love this dog so much. She’s definitely been a part of my healing process.
So in a way, I went ahead and tackled the whole let’s not talk about this shameful part of my family history today and I’m really proud of myself.