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The Man Rules

The Man Rules

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One of the cardinal Man Rules is, “Don’t be weak.” A real man is never defenseless. A real man is never vulnerable to the aggression, abuse, or misconduct of anyone. If he is threatened by someone—even if that someone is much older than him, much bigger than him, and has the role of power and authority over him—he never submits. He is either strong enough to kick the guy’s ass or he is smart enough to escape. If he didn’t manage to do either of THOSE things and wound up being a victim of abuse? Well… That’s just what happens when you aren’t man enough to defend yourself.

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David's Story

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My name is David Price and I am on a journey of healing from sexual abuse. My perpetrator was a prominent Roman Catholic priest in the Diocese of Orange County, California. His name is Michael Harris. He was the Principal of Mater Dei High School in Santa Ana. He molested me for four years. In 1994 I publicly accused and sued "Father Hollywood" and the Diocese of Orange and Los Angeles Counties. It was the most publicized lawsuit to date.

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Scott's Story

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I was sexually abused by two of my brothers. As a child I didn't have the vocabulary skills to say, "Stop! I am going to tell Mom and Dad", No! this isn't right". In some weird way I enjoyed being the abused victim. It felt good to be touched. It felt good to to do forbidden things with my brothers. Shit, this was the only time that we got along. Otherwise, outside of the bedroom the were brutal alpha males. They would gang up on me, constantly pick on me, make fun of me, and call me names. As long as they had dominant power over me anything was possible.

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Randy's Story

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My name is Randy Boyd and I am a 53 year old survivor of childhood sexual, emotional, verbal, physical and spiritual abuse. My earliest memory of the emotional abuse is around the age of 5 or 6 when I was out front with my mother in the garden wanting to help her. I went up to help her, and for reasons I still am unaware of today, she turned to me and asked, "What do you want you stupid little son-of-a-bitch". I can still see the anger and hate in her eyes and I remember how bad I felt, the shame I felt.

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