5/5 Stars
More than just a memoir account of how Stephen Mills’ boyhood was stolen out from under him, CHOSEN is a clarion call to arms to protect children before they grow into adults who must write memoirs about the experiences that gouged out the author’s soul and left him blind and fumbling through much of the rest of his life.
I felt privileged to be invited in to such a vulnerable and intimate space with Mills, as he wove his story from the parlor and backyard of his childhood home, growing up with his parents and family members, which eventually led to attending summer camp before his world fell apart in several ways: his father was disabled by multiple sclerosis and passed away, his mother remarried and found the loss of her first husband too painful to carry, so she pushed it away, and this led to Mills being chosen at 13 by his camp counselor, a pedophile in hiding, seeking to devour Mills and as many other vulnerable boys as possible.
The nightmares began, the predatory grip his abuser had on him kept him silent behind a wall of shame and guilt over not fighting back, despite the very evident power differential. Mills reports slowly drowning under the weight of this terrible secret that hypnotized him and kept him in a hypervigilant thrall.
From there he slowly tore himself apart, trying to keep the self he projected to the world separate from the self he had to hide away so no one would discover his terrible secret. Everything in his life unraveled, and came apart, roads collapsed, and his life slowly unraveled.
Mills tried to keep it together and get an education, but he was helpless against the monster he was hiding from everyone else. Mills tried to keep busy with a job, and eventually with world travel, but again, he was too weak to fight back against his secret. This led to significant substance use, and struggle, all the things Mills tried in vain to fill the void of his gouged-out soul.
The incredible bravery of Mills to authentically reveal these details to us in the pages of his memoir is what resonated so strongly with me. As a survivor of sexual assault, myself, I know all too well the voice screaming in your head to run away, run away, run away! Instead, Mills turns toward his monster and tells us everything, effectively handing shame and guilt back to the monster, and his abuser, and beginning to turn toward his own journey of healing and recovery.
Admittedly, Mills is human, and not without mistakes and unhealthy choices, but given what he struggled through, it’s amazing that he can slay the dragon the way he has in these pages.
To Stephen Mills, I say, “thank you, sir,” and I receive what his book has gifted me: a sword of my own to join in the battle, along with armor to do justly, love mercy, and walk with my God. Now I’m ready to slay the dragons of this world.