On one of those magically white winter nights, my mother took me in her arms and shut the doors behind her. We left my drunken father in the name of a better life. And the name of that better life was Tom, a local gangster with the face of the devil himself. I remember looking at my mother's bloody face bashed into the ground, teeth scattered around her limp body. I understood then that one of us was going to die. Fortunately, I was right!

From the ages of 11-24, the author was subjected to sexual, mental and physical abuse by her biological father. She told no-one about the abuse until she was 65 years old. Even her husband of over 40 years was unaware of her past. But when she finally found the courage to tell all, her daughters and husband encouraged her to write "No Tears for my Father" in the hope it would help other victims of incest to realize they are not alone. "No Tears for my Father" earned the author, Viga Boland, a Gold Medal in the 2014 Readers Favorite Book Awards. Her book trailer video on YouTube has had ...

I escaped once. From that house. That street. That place. And my parents. As a teenager - struggling with my sexuality after years of bullying and abuse - I left home and moved to another city, put together a new life and became a different person, while keeping my mental health struggles hidden from everyone. I came out and made friends. I fell in love and was cheated on. But it was life and I was finally getting to live it. Then a violent attack changed everything, so I ran away from it all. I moved abroad on my own. But even on an island in the sun I couldn't escape myself or my past. So...

The eldest of seven children born to an abusive father, I endured a childhood of unspeakable violence and ridicule. This courageous memoir details the hardships I faced as I desperately tried to be accepted as a son to a father who does not believe I am his child. I did not endure years of abuse as a child to remain silent. Now I am not ashamed of what I suffered as a child anymore. My story is not easy to read or even comprehend, but it is my truth and my right to tell because it happened to me. It took 58 years to accept that my past cannot be changed and to finally let my past go. I can ...

Living in the shadows isn’t the safest place to be… it’s where secrets are buried and predators lurk.. As the youngest child living within a dysfunctional family, I thought that anger, rivalry and hatred were the norm, that every family possessed dirty little secrets they hid from the world… like alcohol and drug addiction, mental and physical abuse, depression, schizophrenia and suicide. Surviving those dirty little secrets while running from the school bully was hard, but it was nothing in comparison to coming up on the radar of the neighbourhood paedophile.