The cure for Alaska’s epidemic of childhood sexual abuse begins with breaking the silence. It’s time to give Alaskan kids the tools they need.
When I was a little boy growing up in Anchorage, I knew just what to do if I caught on fire: Stop, drop, and roll. I knew because they taught me in school, just like they later taught me to “Just say no” to drugs. The lesson was mandatory.
What I didn’t know is what to do after I was raped when I was 7 years old. I didn’t know what to do when the rapist threatened to kill me and my parents if I told anyone.