Twenty five years ago, our mission administrator told us he was requiring us to move from the Cheyenne reservation to one of our mission centers to get counseling. It was a shock to hear that but we moved. Counseling sessions were confusing. I didn't understand why we had been sent to counseling. But I did the best I could and talked about whatever I could think of might be a problem.

I talked about how my father had abused me and our mother as I was growing up. My father would beat me and bawl me out for accidents and other things I couldn't help. It was not discipline for things I di...