Welcome to CTC Stories

For too long, the children of the Children’s Theatre Company’s past have carried the burden of growing up in a culture that protected, enabled, and encouraged child predators. Many of those that were entrusted with our care silenced us and robbed us of a complete picture ourselves.

We now have the power to re-frame the story that was written for us, instead of by us. This is an opportunity for the children of the past CTC community to complete our tapestry of truths, and fully see its wounds and its gifts.  Members of this website can tell our stories to each other, explore our memories, and connect our past to our present in highly moderated private forums. As each of us adds our voice to the chorus, we will begin to hear, feel, and understand the beautifully complex, sometimes joyous, and painfully destructive histories that we share.

If, and/or when anyone would like to share a story of theirs with the rest of the world, they have the option to post on our public blog. Allowing others to learn the complexity of CTC’s history can help the wider community to understand the large scale of the abuse that happened, how it was fostered, and what the factors were that allowed its existence. Bringing history out of the shadows heals us, and helps everyone.







Need Help or Support?

If you feel you are in need of more support or need assistance, call the National Sexual Assault Telephone Hotline 1.800.656.HOPE (4673) to be connected with a trained staff member from a sexual assault service provider in your area.

The CTA Wellness Fund, is an organization that supports the health and well-being of those who were children associated with Children’s Theater Company and School of Minneapolis. 


Site administered by:

TJ ODonnell: Student from 1982-1985

Eden Alair: Student from 1982-1984

In the last few years, I have heard so many more stories than ever before from students throughout CTC’s history. Some of them were pieces of the puzzle I already had, some of them were new. So many stories intersect with one another without the individuals having known. The telling of our stories has begun to create a bigger picture. Most of us knew something. Nobody knew everything. We didn’t know what each other knew. We didn’t know what it was safe to talk about, or who we would betray if we did. I have witnessed now, how every time someone tells their story, somebody else recognizes their own. I have seen healing, and I have hope of seeing more. -Eden