My name is Darlene Barriere. Welcome to my site blog. I am an author, a speaker, a survivor and a coach. I've created this site in order to share information about abuse and to provide a safe place for survivors to share their stories.
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What does the spirit of the holiday season mean to you? Is it about being with family and friends? Is it about giving of yourself? About sharing a meal with people that you seldom get to see? Or are there other altruistic answers you can offer? Answers you're supposed to give?
We all get bogged down with the drama and tedium that can sometimes be our lives. Trouble is, most of us get so wrapped up in the "story" of our lives that we forget to have fun.
My abuse started at a very young age.My father was the initial offender.It was a mixture of sexual,physical and mental abuse.I look back now at some of
We all have a pain body. Some of us carry a heavier pain body than others. Some of us carry it with great silence and shame. Some of us wear it like a badge of honour. So what is the pain body?
Innocent Evil: Darlene and everyone out there, I am not a child. I am 55 years old but I was abused by my step-mother after my real mother died when
My problem is that i liked hearing dirty jokes and laughing about sex when I was growing up. I was the object of my father's dirty jokes and I enjoyed
As Canadians we have our own decidedly Canadian iconic references and traditions. Like saying "eh", being overly polite and Saturday hockey night in Canada. But given our close proximity to the USA, many traditions, good and not-so-good, find their way across the border.
We live in a time when society has consumerized every one of our celebrated holidays. Valentine's Day, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and all the various holiday observations in between.
Have you ever noticed the voice in your head? You know the one I mean. The voice that judges everything. The one that has incessant conversations with itself. The one that sometimes yells at you. No, I'm not talking about your mother.
As a child i was happy from what i remember, mummy loved me, she looked after me and she treated me to toys, i was always looked after. my mum is my hero,
Today's blog post is driven by two significantly less than flattering emails I received recently. By two people who have an axe to grind with me. Two survivors who clearly were dissatisfied with some of my responses. Or should I say, lack of responses.They seem to have found solace with each other. Within their own combined pain.
Raped: I went to my uncles house and my uncle asked me if i would like to go four wheeler riding so i said yes.We went down this big long path and
Big family with no father to protect me: I feel sick and dirty I keep blocking out my childhood relatives. I was 9 when my cousins 2 brothers separately
Few of us live our lives without fear of some sort. Fear comes in many forms. For many different types of situations. Fear of appearing weak. Fear of rejection. Fear of failure.
When I was 11 I was sexually abused by a family friend, my mother never knew about it because she was really ill at the time. At first I never realised
Do you feel as though you're not enough? That no matter what or how much you do, it will never be enough? That you are unworthy of good things in your life? Once again, consider yourself not alone.
That is the question! My brother subjected me to four and a half years of abuse, making me touch him, making me watch porn on the computer and other things
How can I get passed what happened to me? How can I be free of all this emotional pain? How do I heal? These are among the top questions I'm frequently asked as a survivor coach.
You're asked to bring something of personal value or significance to a presentation. Something small. Like a piece of jewellery given to you by someone special. Or a letter from a loved one. Or a gift from someone you care for deeply.
Have you ever given up something you cherished? Something you were given that meant a great deal to you? Something you never in a million years expected you'd ever give to someone else?
Growing up in a home of incest was my childhood. Starting at age 4 my dad began fondling me. The sexual abuse lasted 10 years. I lost my virginity at14