Additional information
by Linda Hamilton (Author)
CATERPILLARS AREN'T UGLY
A Memoir of Survival, Silence, and Becoming
For more than forty years, Linda Hamilton carried a secret.
It began when she was a small child, in a household where the man her mother had chosen used poisonous words to keep her quiet - and where the woman who should have protected her chose, again and again, to look away. The morning after nine-year-old Linda finally found the courage to whisper for help, her mother stood in the doorway in a pink dressing gown and said eight words that would close a door inside her for the rest of her life: "He thought he was in the bathroom, love."
Caterpillars Aren't Ugly is the unflinching, deeply human story of what came after.
Across thirty-two intimate chapters, Linda traces the long arc from a frightened girl curled in a stranger's front garden - bruised, dirty, watching a green caterpillar and wishing she could disappear too - to the woman she has become: a wife of more than thirty years, a mother, a woman who has spent years enhancing the lives of children in her work and a survivor finally willing to name what was done to her, and by whom.
This is a memoir about childhood sexual abuse, but it is also about so much more. It is about the quieter neglect of a mother's silence. About the smell of curry and rice at a friend's house when home wasn't safe. About wine-soaked Saturday nights in a Park Royal club, the first hug that felt electric instead of frightening, a roadside bunch of daffodils on a dark London street. It is about therapy and prayer, freeze and flight, and the slow peeling-back of an onion that brings as many tears as it does truths. And it is about the terrifying yet tender moment Linda shared her heavy secret with her grown daughter, standing in a quiet office, there Linda finally felt something loosen.
Honest, redemptive, and shot through with hard-won faith, Linda Hamilton's debut memoir is for anyone who has ever believed that the shameful, hidden parts of themselves disqualify them from love. They don't.
Because caterpillars aren't ugly.
They are simply not yet finished becoming.
