1990 no one knew. of course, how could they? it never happened in public. he was very careful. the abuse was saved for alone time. reserved for at home or in the car. my anxiety was through the roof, and I was constantly on “high alert”. “You’re NOT wearing that. we are not going ANYWHERE […]
I became addicted to opiates in 2001, through continued use of them after major medical surgeries. I had three back surgeries – fusions/laminectomies, and the removal of a blood clot that developed during second surgery. This clot did nerve damage and left me with a limp and weakness on my right side. The pain, after […]
“Who has to pee?” All hands went up, including mine. We were like cattle, the herd all moving toward the front of the room. I was starting to get used to the rules here and took my place in the back of the line. This was not the worst thing about being here, I thought, […]
I’m getting better. he better call me. I’ll do better next time. when am I going to feel better? I feel like I’m always waiting for better. when will it get here? I know I am getting “better” – but I’m not there yet. and how do I know this? by reading tons of articles/writings […]
(I know a bee is not a parasite! this photo just speaks to me. Michelle Caha) it was like being flushed down a toilet and I couldn’t get out but $50 bucks an hour says it doesn’t matter why not put it behind you pretty soon you’ll be so angry and it’ll eat you up […]
7:52am, NOVEMBER 12, 1990 I knew there’d be people outside with signs. It was 8 in the morning, and we were parking in a covered lot. It was very cold. I looked at him from the passenger seat and desperately tried to think of something…ANYTHING to say that would make him love me. “You know…. […]
