Nancy Walker grew up in an upscale but troubled home with negligent parents—her mother; an orphan raised by an iron-fisted orphanage and a string of foster homes, and her father, a highly educated alcoholic. Nancy had PTSD since she was eleven. She had talked to no one, for no one cared. She felt orphaned with parents still alive, well, and living under the same roof.
Her parents' misdeeds harmonized with neglect of each other and Nancy to create opportunities for rapists, starting with high school boys. A long, winding row of falling dominoes, that path brutalized her on to graduation into New York City sex trafficking, then onto domestic violence.
Her story goes deep into the mind and emotions of a severely damaged woman.
Dancing has always been my passion until my life took some horrific twists and turns that ultimately paralyzed my legs. However, what I thought was the end of my life was only the beginning of an amazing life of triumph. I often wonder how it is that I survived. I am a very lucky girl. I live within the four walls of my bedroom these days. I created my own charming version of an English garden, my oasis Victorian roses on my silky curtains. The sun bursts through my window without apologies, flooding my room with light, reminding me that there is an outside world. My memoir Wildflower: An Abducted Life is available on Good Reads and Amazon. . Writing my story was a much-needed catharsis dealing with sexual, physical and emotional abuse - an emptying of the garbage that has cluttered the alcoves and dungeons of my mind and caused me many years of emotional trauma. I had no choice. To survive emotionally I have to write.