I have a confession. I have been holding back and not saying what I really feel. Let me explain.

For more than 15 years I was a reporter that spent most of my career focusing on crime. The last four of my journalism career I was a crime reporter in a medium-sized Georgia town. It’s a great place and the kind of place that you wouldn’t expect to be shattered by stories of child predators. In fact, in most places I worked you would think would be isolated from horror stories of sexual abuse.

Think again. The things I heard went beyond a 25-year-old man trying to date his 16-year-old girlfriend. There were kids as young as 2 in some cases molested by people they trusted. After I become mother myself, these stories were harder to hear. I couldn’t imagine the pain of those parents.

I feel like I have held back on the horror stories–that is the best way to describe them–maybe in an effort to try and be politically correct or maybe because I did not want to think about them. But these people are out there. And they are online.

When Jacob Andersen gave me the chance to write this blog I jumped at because I sat in those courtrooms and hear how those children were abused. I want to be a part of the effort to stop the abuse.

Pardon me if occasionally I tell a horror story about a case I covered. I am no longer dancing around the issue.