Let’s Talk About Sex, Part 1

Let’s Talk About Sex, Part 1

Have you ever agreed to something, and then later think, what was I thinking? When I first began speaking on college campuses about addictions and dangerous behaviors, my topic was emotional eating and eating disorders. Later, my agents, Barbara and Peggy, asked if I could speak about alcohol and drugs. Sure. It was all a part of my story. I had made a commitment to share my experience, strength and hope wherever I could. I prayed every time before I went out on stage for the universe to guide me and to please help me reach at least one student. If I could save one student from half of the misery and suffering that I had been through, then it was all worth it. Some audiences and I connected better than others, but no matter how big (3,000) or small (28) the audience, every single time, the students would run down to the stage to touch me, talk to me, hug me, cry with me, thank me. I listened and validated their experiences. I got their contact info from them so I could to stay in touch. On several occasions, I followed up and alerted staff members about students who required extra attention. I took one student to a 12-step meeting on my way out of town. I shared resources like free online meetings and free podcasts for many recovering topics. I felt like I was the bridge. I was safe and warm and fuzzy and many students said they could talk to me, but they did not feel as comfortable talking to the counselors/nurses at their human services...
Abuse and How Healing It Has Inspired Me to Give Back

Abuse and How Healing It Has Inspired Me to Give Back

When I was twelve, I moved in with my father, stepmother and stepbrother. Soon after, a family, who was older than me, began manipulating me into having sex with him, his friends, and another family member. I started abusing laxatives at the same time, although I’d been starving and binging for years. Sex became like a handshake to me. I’d do anything to try to fill the void I felt but could not acknowledge, understand or describe. In college I moved from laxatives to drugs: ecstasy, crystal meth (in order to lose weight), cocaine, and lots of alcohol. I promised myself that as long as I made good grades, I could do anything I wanted … and so I did. My party girl persona kept me running so I wouldn’t have to stop and deal with the pain, shame and remorse. Luckily, the universe had different plans for me. I stopped taking laxatives in ’92, after my roommate lovingly confronted me. I stopped doing drugs after having a spiritual experience in the Landmark Forum in ’97, and I stopped drinking alcohol in 2000 as I was moving to NYC from Austin, TX. A line of demarcation was drawn for me the day I stopped drinking. My healing journey took a huge leap forward and though my path has been ungraceful, often two steps forward, one step back, I have faithfully trudged along. When I finally got up the nerve to try stand up comedy in NY and a group of strangers began howling at my tales of family dysfunction, suddenly my life made sense to me. Maybe God had...