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I am a child sexual abuse survivor living in Canada with an NDA for childhood sexual abuse for the past 28 years. When I sought to lift my NDA in 2018 after my abuser had died, the British Columbia court denied me and refused to lift the NDA. So, for the past seven years, I have been advocating both provincial and federal politicians in Canada to ban the misuse of NDAs for childhood sexual abuse survivors. With the passage of Trey's Law in both Texas and Missouri (and more states soon, I hope!), this will place pressure on the Canadian government and the provinces to pass similar legislation. I'm very heartened (and healed too!) by all of the survivors sharing their stories in the Missouri and Texas legislatures. All of this testimony is very important as evidence to prove the long-term extensive damage of an NDA on a childhood abuse victim for ensuing court cases. (This kind of evidence of long-term damage was missing in my BC court case; as a result, my application to lift the NDA was denied). We all need to keep speaking out to change the future for children. We might not be able to change the past, but we can certainly change the present and make the world safer for others. After a great deal of suffering for many years, I can see now that the suffering has had a meaning. As a result, I have become a stronger person. I am not thankful for the abuse, but it seems to me that a greater force in the universe is helping all victims to completely change the world right now. It is an unprecedented moment in human history and we all need to keep moving this incredible change forward. Thank you to Trey's Law and to all the survivors who have spoken in support of Trey's Law.

It was my yoga teacher. He said that he wanted to try this form of yoga that was very intimate, but it wasn’t sexual, apparently. But as it went on, he asked if it would feel better if I take my top off. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do anything, but I said yes to that. I feel like I betrayed myself in doing so. And then he started taking my yoga pants off, and started fingering me. The entire time I was just so confused, I was like, is this supposed to be yoga? Or sex? When he took his dick out and put it in, that’s when I realized it was sex sex, said no. And tried to leave as soon as I could. Thing is, to this day I’m still not sure if this counts as rape. I didn’t say no, did I? But he didn’t ask for explicit consent either. It was just so murky. And the result is that I felt like I wasn’t able to make a conscious choice in what I wanted to do with my body. I trusted him because he was a yoga teacher. I lost trust in myself, in my judgment. I started hating myself for not standing up for myself earlier despite the overwhelming discomfort that I felt. He must have known I was uncomfortable. I told him a few times, actually. I distinctly remember just wanting it to be over so I can leave. After I said no, he asked if it’s cuz I was too ‘sore’. He DOESNT KNOW WHAT HES DONE. i called him afterwards being like, I didn’t expect that. I’ve never had sexual encounters without any explicit communication about it. He said he was just following what felt natural, and I can’t believe I tried to justify his reasonings too. I couldn’t stop crying the day after and I couldn’t understand why. I thought it was cuz I thought I’d lose my first time to someone special. Later on when I got high with my cousins that’s when I realized that it was not exactly consensual. But still to this day I get so confused. I know that ideas of consent differ in different countries, and the fact that this occurred when I was in Hong Kong made it all the more confusing.

HOW I STARTED MY HEALING JOURNEY by Name My healing journey began after I spent five years in a narcissistically abusive relationship. It was a constant cycle of hot and cold, back and forth, until I finally got sick of the bullshit and chose to walk away for good. In the beginning, I simply sat with my feelings. I reflected on everything I’d endured and allowed my emotions to flow naturally. It’s easily one of the hardest parts of the process, but you have to let those feelings out for the healing to begin. I then moved on to one of the scariest tasks: breaking down my past. When we look at our trauma as one giant mountain, it just feels like a jumbled mess of chaos. By identifying each experience as its own separate event, it becomes much easier to process. To get these thoughts out of my head, I put them on paper. If you’re starting this journey, get a notebook and write down everything as it comes up. Use it as your primary tool. I began with my most recent experience of narcissistic abuse. I dove into podcasts and articles, desperate to understand what had happened to me and how it was affecting my mental health. Once I understood the 'what,' I started researching the 'how'—as in, how do I heal from this? That’s when I discovered the connection to childhood trauma. It’s a major key to the puzzle because we carry those early experiences into our adult lives. There is so much information available; you just have to find the pieces that fit your life. Healing is deeply individual, and you get to choose the path that works best for you."

At 15, I started talking to a boy from school who initially seemed caring and supportive. My parents didn't like him and banned me from seeing him, but I continued secretly. Soon, he was sneaking into my house almost every night, sleeping in my room and leaving before school. If I told him no, he became angry or threatened to hurt himself. Quickly, he began controlling what I wore, what I ate, how I exercised, and my ability to say no to sex. I wasn't ready for sex, but he pressured me until I gave in. The first time-my first time ever— I asked him repeatedly to stop because I was in pain and not enjoying it. He refused. Eventually, I stopped asking and waited for it to end. That became normal. Saying no meant begging, anger and threats until I gave in. Afterwards, he would cry, promise he'd never do it again, and I would be forced to comfort him. It became a routine every night. Eventually, it became easier to say yes than deal with what happened when I said no. I knew what was happening wasn't okay. Whenever I tried to leave, he threatened to blackmail me or hurt himself. He sent pictures of self-harm and goodbye messages, then disappear for hours. One of the worst nights happened on Christmas Eve. My memory is fragmented. I remember asking him for a drink. After drinking it, I started feeling extremely sick and unlike myself. I remember crying that something was wrong. I remember telling him no, trying to push him away, being pinned down and freezing. My next clear memory is waking up the next day. What I’ve shared here is only a fraction of what happened during that relationship. By the end, I wasn’t just trying to leave a bad relationship—I was trying to survive it. Then COVID happened. For most people, lockdown meant being trapped at home. For me, it became my way out. I finally had a reason he couldn't come over, and for the first time, I had physical distance from him. I left him. I'm 21 now, and although what happened still affects me, l've built a life that is mine. I'm sharing this because I spent years looking for a story that sounded like mine. I knew I was being abused. He was sleeping in my bedroom while my parents were under the same roof, yet | still felt completely alone. Knowing you're being abused doesn't mean you know how to leave. Being surrounded by people doesn't mean you feel like you have someone you can tell.