My Story

I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and 2 rapes as an adult. I was diagnosed with chronic post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in 2000. I use this blog to write about my experiences to help myself continue to heal, but also in the hope that my openness will help someone else.

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2009
Random Thoughts

Open letter to an abuse victim

Annual Christmas Party

New Year Resolutions?


2010
Writing It All Down

Memories, Dissociations, and Flashbacks

Forgiving and Forgetting

The Path to Peace

Honesty

Finding Peace in the Heat

Dinner and a Show

Everything Changes

The Study Part 1

More from the Study

The Study, Part 1b

Attitude of Gratitude

Heart Knowledge

Lessons Learned

Eight Common Myths about Child Sexual Abuse

Day of Gratitude

Contentment

The Study, Part 2

Telling the Truth

I Am a Good Person

How It All Began

Thankful Thursday -- November 11, 2010

Questions and Honor

The Perp's Depressed

Thankful Thursday -- December 16, 2010


2011
The Cousin

Alone

Spilled Milk

Thankful Thursday -- January 27, 2011

Thankful Thursday -- February 10, 2011

Fajitas and Honesty

Feel Good Friday -- February 25, 2011

Wild Weekend Followed by a Busy Week

Thankful Thursday -- March 31, 2011

Old Habits and Springtime

The Effects of Abuse on Medical Care

Tethering

editing reality

Horace

Change

RemembeRED -- I Miss My Childhood

I Ran Away from Home

Fairy Ring

Fear and Telling

Thankful Thursday

Names

Intentionality

Flashbacks and Memories

Numbers

RemembeRED -- Photograph

Thankful Thursday

RemembeRED -- Crash

Borrowed Thankfulness

The Doorbell

Cleaning House

3-2-1

Goodbye 2011


2012
Thankful Thursday #2

The Alteration of a Life

The Cure

Monday Musings

RemembeRED -- Personification

Thankful Thursday #4

Recurring Theme

Friendship

Shall We Dance?

Thankful Thursday #6

RemembeRED -- Comprehending Chaos

Thankful Thursday #9

RemembeRED -- Broken

Easter Sunday

Red Writing Hood -- Saying without Saying

Why I Write

Five Minute Friday: Expectation

Thankful Thursday #23

Story

Surface People

Boundaries

A Complicated Life

Family History

The Smirk

Goals and Ambitions

31 Days

Day 3 of 31

The Deal

Day 5 of 31

Day 6 of 31

Day 14 of 31

Day 23 of 31

Flooded

Halloween, a Pig, and Blessings




2013

Clarity

Acceptance

Again

Light

A Conversation

Baring the Soul

A Story

Stop Looking at Me Like That

Why Blog?

Fear

Easter Sunday (2nd)

Life Piles on Top of Life

Brave

On Loving Myself When I'm Different

Reconnecting

just write

Bad Dream/Good Dream

Fall

Sacraments

Because I Am Bound to You in Love

Yahweh Shalom

Truth

Fractured Childhood

Tree

Cynicism and Expectation

Just Write

Belief and Love

2014





Punched

Doors

Unanswerable Questions

Hero

Surviving in Numbers

Compassionate Witnesses

Drawing Pictures on Walls

Erica Place

Filling the Hole

The Chifferobe

Guilt Fast

Spirit and Flesh

Erica Place

The Madding Crowd

Rage

Blue Ribbons and SAAM

Reflection

Paint

Roses and Fasting

loving myself -- then and now

Late

Convertibles and iPods

Real Life

I am just a vessel

Again

Risks

Reframing Honesty

Stretching

In which I find a new mantra . . . 

Thy Friend

Putting It Out There

Catching My Breath

Understanding and Perceptions

Nothing but the Whole Wide World

Yoga and Tears

Hands

Depression, Angst, and Beaches

Legacy

Epiphanies and Release

Summer Solstice

Summer Discoveries

Just Write

:: tell

Barns, Wire, and Healing

Writing Memoir

Therapy and Haircuts

Weight and Self Worth

Defining Myself

Hold

:: because

Plenty Left to Learn

31 Days of Writing -- 2014

Gray Areas

Know

Say

Wounds

Long

Honor

Fear 2.0

Ramblings of a Disorganized Blogger

Dare

Juxtaposition

NaNoWriMo and PTSD

Still

It's the most wonderful time of the year . . .

Notice

Giving a Piece of Myself

Prepare

Little Rebellions


2015







































2 comments:

  1. Stumbled over here from Mama Kat's, I think. Your story is heartbreakingly sad and your telling of it is riveting. I am so so sorry for the pain you endured. When I think of young children I know who are the age you describe, it just makes me so very sad to think how anyone could ever hurt a child or allow another person to hurt a child. I don't you but I wish you continued healing and peace.

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    1. Just seeing your comment today. Thank you for your kind words. They mean more than you may ever know. Hoping you see this response. Blessings to you and yours.

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