I sat against the wall perched on my bed now in darkness. Mangled shadows danced all around me, mocking any peace I could try to find. I could not close my eyes to the monstrous darkness. I just could not. I simply stared at the door. Possibly in anticipation of someone coming to find me,Continue reading “Words of Widsom ~ Pedophiles Don’t Love You”
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Words of Widsom ~ Don’t Hide the Junk
We truly are as sick as our secrets. All I learned through my childhood abuse was, don’t tell, don’t talk — try not to remember. You think that works? Nope! “We played as children do. My brother and I were close – albeit with sexual overtones. We pretended and explored a lot together. This wasContinue reading “Words of Widsom ~ Don’t Hide the Junk”
Words of Widsom ~ I Don’t Live by the Rules of This Culture
Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shameContinue reading “Words of Widsom ~ I Don’t Live by the Rules of This Culture”
I Didn’t Start This War
Prejudice exists. I’m judged and categorized so often for my upbringing and it gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? My battle scars are aContinue reading “I Didn’t Start This War”