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The Anonymity Protection Bind
6 weeks from my last post, I am wondering what the point of this blog is. What is this giving me? What is it offering? I started this blog so I could give voice to things that were festering in silence inside. An anonymous blog space where I would be free to express myself. Anonymity…
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A Significant Encounter
I remember You A grain of rice Sellotaped on a card A funny introduction Then anticipated exchanges He was all in…always From the very beginning he had imagined You, Me, I hovered, In the wings Troubled by regrets. But your heart, beat awakening me to You, Your tiny hand Waving from afar. And here, now…
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Prey: Young Women
I was awkward in borrowed high heels and a little black dress that slid up my thighs as I walked. I felt conspicuously sexy and yet ill at ease as I headed downtown. My best friend, aka partner in crime, had an air of confidence that men seemed to smell from her cigarette smoke as…
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The Covert
He weeps on me, confessing his shameful secrets, I hold him with naïve care, letting him use me to offload his guilt.
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Shaming
T/W: Offensive language. “Whore, Slag, Slut” These three words ripped into my chest like a jagged knife.
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Where My Heart Lies
1. I snuggle into the warmth of her skin. She sings to me. Her voice soothes me. My heart is beating in tune with hers.
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What happened?
When a child is exhibiting concerning behaviour. Seek to understand why. Ask them, what happened? There is always a reason behind ‘bad’ behaviour.
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A Thank You to Someone who Saw ME
I have tried to track you down. I have contacted people from my past through social media. That part of my life that I had cut out. I even approached the school. A school that rejected me as much as I spurned it. I searched and searched, but nothing. I haven’t been able to find…
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Gaining Attention
T/W: sexual assault, sex After that night, two things happened. Firstly, the necessity of staying silent about how I felt cemented. This had already had a couple of years to take root inside me. It had been a way to survive inside an institution that refused to allow a child to feel anything but grateful…
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Recovery is Slow
The journey of returning home to my body has not been straightforward. Even after all the intense therapeutic work I have been engaged in, I am still in the process of what it really means for me to be at home in my own body. As I type, I am being called to dig deeper.…
One woman’s messy journey of reclaiming her sexuality, coming home to her body, and speaking her truth.
Content & Trigger Warning: The content of this blog may be emotionally challenging. The blog contains references to and discusses sexual abuse, sexual assault, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders and substance abuse. This blog is the authors’ personal journey, not a support site.
Breaking Free From Shame 