BOY IN DISTRESS
A STORY ABOUT ADOPTION TRAUMA, PORNOGRAPHY ADDICTION, SEXUAL ABUSE, ABANDONMENT & A CHILD'S DESPERATE STRUGGLE TO HEAL
A MANUSCRIPT WRITTEN BY JONATHAN EDWARD MAHAN/MCKINNIS
A STORY ABOUT ADOPTION TRAUMA, PORNOGRAPHY ADDICTION, SEXUAL ABUSE, ABANDONMENT & A CHILD'S DESPERATE STRUGGLE TO HEAL
A MANUSCRIPT WRITTEN BY JONATHAN EDWARD MAHAN/MCKINNIS
Many people today believe adoption is a great “public service” provided to both parents and children alike to “solve” an existing problem. The unwanted child. For many adoptions; which are supposed to offer healing to the wounded; and, abandoned child, they are instead thrust into a situation which causes even more trauma due to various types of situational abuse within the adoptive home.
This story is an exploration of how verbal; physical; emotional; and, even sexual abuse can negatively impact the child adopted into a home that looks from the outside like a wonderful family to the observer; but in reality is a prison that causes harm to the child in such a deep and pernicious manner that it manifests itself in adulthood in the harshest of ways. This story is told from the perspective of a deeply wounded; flawed individual who has sought for many years to be free of the prison that kept him locked into a situation he didn’t ask for; or, desire. The prison of a sexual assault victim trapped in an incredibly dysfunctional family that has learned how to evade closer examination.
A facade that was false from the very beginning.
J.K.A.S.J.K.
James. Kathleen. Austin. Sierra. Jordan. Kirsten
I dedicate this book to my wife Kathleen Matthews; our children; and my children from my first marriage who have been so negatively impacted by my own trauma; my own adoption; my own abuse; my own brokenness; my own weakness; my own sin. To My children; you were born into a family that you never asked for; with a father who has been wounded in such a way; it never should have occurred. My story doesn’t have to be your story. Kathy. My love. My hazel eyed Fiona. I very publicly acknowledge that I have harmed your heart in a grievous manner; and, yet I very publicly declare that even in my own brokenness I still love you. I beg your forgiveness. I beg you. You have no idea how much I have grieved over this loss that has been devastating to me beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Please. I beg of you. I beg of you. I beg of you.
Be Merciful. I need you. Please. Be Merciful.
I need you. More than I understood.
I can be better. I can do better.
And I need so badly my family.
I need so desperately to come home.
I need you. Just you. Nobody Else.
- Chapter 1: "EAT IT"
- Chapter 2:
- Chapter 3:
- Chapter 4:
Many people today believe adoption is a great “public service” provided to both parents and children alike to “solve” an existing problem. The unwanted child. For many adoptions; which are supposed to offer healing to the wounded; and, abandoned child, they are instead thrust into a situation which causes even more trauma due to various types of situational abuse within the adoptive home.
This story is an exploration of how verbal; physical; emotional; and, even sexual abuse can negatively impact the child adopted into a home that looks from the outside like a wonderful family to the observer; but in reality is a prison that causes harm to the child in such a deep and pernicious manner that it manifests itself in adulthood in the harshest of ways. This story is told from the perspective of a deeply wounded; flawed individual who has sought for many years to be free of the prison that kept him locked into a situation he didn’t ask for; or, desire. The prison of a sexual assault victim trapped in an incredibly dysfunctional family that has learned how to evade closer examination.
A facade that was false from the very beginning.
J.K.A.S.J.K.
James. Kathleen. Austin. Sierra. Jordan. Kirsten
James. Kathleen. Austin. Sierra. Jordan. Kirsten
I dedicate this book to my wife Kathleen Matthews; our children; and my children from my first marriage who have been so negatively impacted by my own trauma; my own adoption; my own abuse; my own brokenness; my own weakness; my own sin. To My children; you were born into a family that you never asked for; with a father who has been wounded in such a way; it never should have occurred. My story doesn’t have to be your story. Kathy. My love. My hazel eyed Fiona. I very publicly acknowledge that I have harmed your heart in a grievous manner; and, yet I very publicly declare that even in my own brokenness I still love you. I beg your forgiveness. I beg you. You have no idea how much I have grieved over this loss that has been devastating to me beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Please. I beg of you. I beg of you. I beg of you.
Be Merciful. I need you. Please. Be Merciful.
I need you. More than I understood.
I can be better. I can do better.
And I need so badly my family.
I need so desperately to come home.
I need you. Just you. Nobody Else.
- Chapter 1: "EAT IT"
- Chapter 2:
- Chapter 3:
- Chapter 4:
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