She knew she had to get help and one morning she made the dash for a tiny police station in rural Minnesota…
Don’t miss this Amish abuse survivor’s courageous, riveting true story: Tears Of The Silenced by Misty Griffin

When I was six years old, my family started to live and dress like the Amish. A few years later we moved to a mountain ranch where my sister and I were subjected to almost complete isolation, sexual abuse, and extreme physical violence.

In my late teens, my parents feared we would escape and took us to an Amish community where we were adopted and became baptized members. I was devastated to once again find myself in a world of fear, sexual abuse, animal cruelty and other crimes. Going to the police was forbidden.

A few years later I was sexually assaulted by the bishop of my church. I knew I had to get help and one morning in early March I made a dash for a tiny police station in rural Minnesota. As a result, the bishop and his family fled to Canada and I found myself plummeted into the strange modern world with only a second-grade education and no form of identification.