silence was my first language is not just a memoir.
It’s a reckoning.

Silence was my first language
In this explosive debut, Rich Dunning strips away the polish of most memoirs and delivers an unfiltered survival document. It offers no resolutions, no arc of recovery, and no invitation to redemption. It presents a record of survival. Every memory is handled without embellishment or apology.
It’s proof you’re still here.
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About the book
Silence Was My First Language follows a boy raised in a Bronx basement where silence settled deeper than bruises and lasted longer than apologies. It is the account of someone who trained himself to vanish in plain sight, and of the man who fought his way back into presence. Fear becomes vigilance, pain becomes propulsion, and a voice long buried beneath wreckage rises at last to speak.
Told in precise, cinematic scenes, Rich Dunning does not plead for sympathy. His voice asserts itself with clarity and force. This is not a narrative of healing framed by resolution. It is a sustained act of survival, built sentence by sentence, without concession. The truth it carries is unflinching and its impact does not fade.
Raised in New York, Dunning learned early that survival was instinct and silence governed every decision. By the age of eleven, he had stopped waiting for protection and had begun constructing the emotional defenses that would carry him through. He is now a senior executive in the medical device industry, with thirty years of leadership in complex, high-stakes environments. His most formative education, however, came through violence, dislocation, and the long process of transforming silence into language.
A self-taught writer, Dunning approached literature as anatomy, studying rhythm with the precision of a musician and structure with the discipline of an architect. He does not write for display. He writes to reach. To dismantle what silence built.
For readers of Can’t Hurt Me by David Goggins, Heavy: An American Memoir, by Kiese Laymo, Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs and Man’s Search For Meaning, by Viktor Frankl, this is a work defined by tension, control, and the refusal to look away. It is written for those who have lived without language for their pain, and who continue to carry what has never been named.
This is not a story that resolves. It is a record of endurance, shaped in exact detail. It does not end with closure. It remains, and it travels with the reader long after the final page.
Awards
Silence Was My First Language has been recognized as a Distinguished Author by the International Impact Book Awards, honoring books that demonstrate meaningful impact on readers and the communities they serve.



Reviews
“Heart-wrenching memoir of abuse, violence, and, above all, survival.”
–Publishers Weekly BookLife
“Vulnerable memoir leaves hope for overcoming childhood trauma.”
“A deeply moving story about triumphing over generational poverty, despair, and addiction.”
–Kirkus Reviews