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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

The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: No More - Huffington Post For the full article click here: The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: No More - Huffington Post

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a life called survival

i didn't ask to be taken like that, all young, innocent and easily-broken into any mold of life they offered or insisted upon. i never wanted to be shaped to become the easy play-thing they desired, on any given day. i didn't change to make life harder for you, or for them, or for me.… Continue reading a life called survival

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Please Don’t Wait For Me (I’m Not Coming Back)

I'm sorry I left you, dear one. I'm sorry I left so unceremoniously, without satisfactory explanations or word of when I would return. You see, I didn't know where I was going, or even that I had begun leaving, I just knew I couldn’t stay; I was changing, I had changed. I didn't belong within… Continue reading Please Don’t Wait For Me (I’m Not Coming Back)

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In the Mirror (my worst days)

This is what it feels like on my worst days. This is what I see in the mirror when my ptsd/trauma/depression/anxiety/abuse memory is taking a firm grip.  I created this partly during a moment of feeling all this, partly while sitting outside of the feeling, observing it. But I put it to one side in… Continue reading In the Mirror (my worst days)

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travelling through space {a poem}

i've been filling myself up for years  with anything that can let me live under the illusion that i do not feel empty.   because feeling it means acknowledging just what was taken from me, leaving a void so vast i could get lost in the darkness if i let myself.   there's no gravity… Continue reading travelling through space {a poem}

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An Open Letter to My Rapist {Women for One}

What memory do you carry? Did you block it out? Do you see my face as you sleep? Are my wrists locked in your grip when you’re in the dark? Do you remember crushing me, worn out from your attack? Do you think about me every single day? Do you know of the horror, trauma, pain, actual physical pain I feel? Do you feel the shame?

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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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(my abusers) did you know?

  With your hands around my throat, did you know I would feel them in two decades time? That sometimes living would feel like slow death through the memory of hands In places that make me shudder and shame in remembrance? Your face stares at me, in the dark, in the light, just as you… Continue reading (my abusers) did you know?

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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