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The Truth Hurts
Ah, I can’t even express the choking fear, the convulsing fear of being in the presence of the abuser. How many times, how many hundreds of countless times have I tried to please her, laid down my life...
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Crashing
Things have been copasetic for the last week or two, notwithstanding a few ugly nights, mostly taken care of now by a bedtime dose of clonazepam. I hate the stuff, but what can you do. Then last night...
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Stabbed In The Gut Again
“You wanna see a video?” she simpered. ”I don’t know, you might not want to see it. Prietza. She’s a prietza,” she repeated, for emphasis, directing this last to my father, who ignored it....
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National Child Abuse Awareness Month: Types of Child Abuse
Child Abuse Can Be Prevented To tell you the truth, this series is painful for me to write. For one thing, it’s triggering my PTSD because I was abused as a child. For another thing, it’s triggering...
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National Child Abuse Awareness Month: Verbal and Psychological Abuse
Child Abuse Can Be Prevented “You’re nothing.” ”You’re useless.” ”You’re shit.” ”Can’t you do anything right?” ’Well if you don’t know, I’m certainly not going to tell you.” ”You couldn’t find...
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Riding For My Life, Part Two: Hello, Ana
That fall Caroline’s big sister went off to college. Caroline had to confine her voyeurism to her mating parakeets. The big Thoroughbred went to a new home, and I was horseless all that winter. The...
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The Truth Hurts
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