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21 Reasons Why Victims of Rape and Sexual Abuse Do Not Report (Told Through 21 Real Life Voices) ~ Huffington Post

Click here for the full article at The Huffington Post Throughout my life, from childhood into adulthood, I have been raped and sexually assaulted multiple times, and not once have I reported an incident. Recently I read a comment on an article I wrote about the last time I was sexually assaulted, stating they were… Continue reading 21 Reasons Why Victims of Rape and Sexual Abuse Do Not Report (Told Through 21 Real Life Voices) ~ Huffington Post

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The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: “No More” ~ Huffington Post

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The Last Time. 

Because emotional abuse can be just as destructive as other types of abuse and this was the last time... "i don’t remember the first time we spoke, but i remember the last; words dripping from your mouth like a poison you believed i would drink. and i would have once believed it too, i was… Continue reading The Last Time. 

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oh darling, i see all of you

Oh darling, do you think I do not see? Do you think I do not see your hand quivering as you raise it to your mouth to stop the deafening sound from escaping?  Do you think I do not see your legs give way to the weight of your secrets and the strength of your… Continue reading oh darling, i see all of you

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Falling and Crashing and Breaking

Here, I am on the verge of something, standing over a cliff edge not sure whether I should be jumping, running backwards, or if I will soon be pushed to my ultimate fall. I am used to falling, I feel like I have been in a perpetual state of falling and crashing and breaking, but… Continue reading Falling and Crashing and Breaking

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Not Today

There might come a day when I can look back on all the months I spent hiding, scared of you, jumping at the sound of a ringing phone, at your voice, trembling as I anticipated every update of your terrorisingly inevitable demise, and understand why you put us through so much pain; But that day… Continue reading Not Today

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When did we begin? (Everything Changed)

When did we begin? I do not recall. I do not remember the moment when we became Us. I do not have that memory Of when I began loving you More than any soul in the universe. Maybe it always was so, Even before we met. Before you held me. Maybe we were destined To… Continue reading When did we begin? (Everything Changed)