My recovery from childhood sexual abuse
I feel like we are about to miss what seems like the perfect opportunity to educate about sexual abuse/assault; to learn about, create, and find ways to fund community resources; to protect the safety of disclosure and the integrity of the victim; to reflect on how we value the people in our society, women, and... Continue Reading →
My mind, tormented and fatigued by memories. Memories that won’t stop coming. Launched from the darkness of a locked cavern deep within, straight into my mind’s eye clearly as the day it happened. My soul is worn and tired. My heart fragmented and aching. A childhood of abuse; the details once lost in time, and... Continue Reading →
When I started writing this blog about my trauma, I envisioned it as a landing pad for all the crazy emotions, thoughts, memories, nightmares, and anxiety I am dealing with. That was it; short-sighted, huh? It is hard work trying to process and simultaneously integrate the reality of my childhood into my everyday life; a... Continue Reading →
For the last three days, I have been participating in the “Daily Prompt” – an exercise facilitated by The Daily Post blog. The goal of the writing prompt is to show writers that no matter how blank our minds may feel, there is always something in there, just under the surface, waiting for us to... Continue Reading →
After decades of disassociation from the effects of my childhood abuse, I started having flashbacks. That was nine months ago. At first, they were just images, memories that I saw but didn’t actually remember, then they became physical. I could feel them; sense them I talked about them a little with my therapist, I mentioned... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I don't have many words for the chaos in my head as I deal with the long-term effects of childhood sexual abuse. Chaos. That is really the only word I can think of to describe it. The simplicity of Haiku helps me slow down the emotional onslaught. Here are a few I've jotted down... Continue Reading →
As a survivor of sexual abuse as a child, I am working hard to recognize and undo a lot of negative connotations about myself. One of the hardest, “I am not good enough”. I spent my whole childhood feeling like a burden to the family that was supposed to love me. I was raised by... Continue Reading →
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