There are times where I am the Grand Marshall of my life, and others where I feel as if I'm behind the elephants without a scoop! Very rarely am I comfortably on the float in the middle. It's generally varying shades of either extreme. This is my Manic Depressive Parade.
Friday, December 11, 2015
The night I told
When I think back on being molested as a child, while the experiences were traumatic, the worst part of that aspect of my life was not being believed. Between my earliest memory of the sexual abuse, age 8, and when my mom gave me away to the foster system, age 13, I had been molested by four people: a male cousin, a male family friend, and two female family friends. Read more...
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