Contemplation, mindfulness, time-out, alone. Not everyone needs to be around people to alleviate down times. I admit that the shrinks have only ever diagnosed me with temporary mild depression. I know how to fake a smile, I have been doing it for over 30 years. I know how to pretend to be fine, remember the … Continue reading Being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely!
I have been in a great place since the commencement of this blog. The anonymity and the ability to release some of the negative build up of late has helped me to achieve some peace. Today I had to deal with the celebration of my abusers birthday. My abuser is dead, has been for many … Continue reading Handling Reminders
Little white bobby sock, with little frills on top, Little white bobby sock, wrapped over your cock, Little white bobby sock, you make it dance around, Little white bobby sock, for my baby sister’s feet, Little white bobby sock, push me in the back, Little white bobby sock, slapped across my face, Little white bobby … Continue reading Socks & Cocks
Home alone with you again I hear the tap running and my chest tightens There is no escape. Home alone with you again I hear the tap running and my mind races There is nowhere to hide. Home alone with you again I hear the tap running and my body hurt There is no … Continue reading Bath Time
I remember the city, It was a safe zone, Too many eyes watching you, Saving me. I remember the shop, It was a safe zone, More eyes watching you, Saving me. I remember the farm, I don’t remember the night, I only remember the days. I remember the dairy, I remember the shower, I remember … Continue reading I remember
Day 1 I remember the chair, Aluminum, Green stripes, Cold and hard. I remember seeing it in front of my face, I remember blackness, I remember voices yelling, Screaming. I remember the pain. I remember the warmth of the blood, The throbbing of my eyes, The burning of my face. I remember pain in my … Continue reading How to break a child
1984, that was the year when it started. Well that I can remember anyway. I was an innocent eight year old child. I might have been eight, but I remember. Apparently I was a social child, a little hyperactive, a little quirky but average. We had recently moved away from all our friends and family. … Continue reading 1984