I’ve mentioned in previous blogs how certain dates haunt me. I don’t know if all abuse survivors are like this, but one of my coping mechanisms while I was being attacked was to focus on counting syllables on my fingers to distract me from what was going on. While this method served its purpose for … Continue reading
Two years ago today I was found not guilty of murder. After a childhood of severe abuse at the hands of our father, my brother snapped and killed our parents. He then, for reasons I’ll never understand, accused me of helping him. Many dates, in this saga, have special meaning for me but today is … Continue reading
Many times when I walk down the street, through the mall, or see people in a store, I don’t see them: I look for sad expressions, bruises, sores, or even casts on their bodies from injuries. I never look at anyone without looking for injuries or trying to read their faces to see if they … Continue reading
