Me Too

Driving to my sponsor’s house to do my Fifth Step left me in a squall of emotions. I was shocked—and I still am—that my car somehow kept driving to her house. I knew what had to be done. I had read the description of the Step in the Big Book several times before going to her house that day. I was afraid, however, of a deep, dark secret I had never told anyone: I had been sexually abused as a child.