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Reaching out – A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life
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A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life. October 6, 2016. I don’t know why I never told anyone about my relatives behavior. I can’t recall if they told me not to. Perhaps I was ashamed or I just thought it was normal since it happened so frequently. Do others remember so little? I can’t remember the first time the mechanic touched me sexually. I remember that I liked it. I liked the attention. I didn’t know better, plus he got me all those cool things. The next day a nice police officer took me out of class and as...
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A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life. I am a happily married 40 something with an 11 year old son and a 17 year old step son. I have a tortoise shell cat and a tri-colored Corgi. I love cats, horses and music but especially the band Blue October. Obviously I love my kids and hubby and pets as well. I don’t know why I never told anyone about my relatives behavior. I can’t recall if they told me not to. Perhaps I was ashamed or I just thought it was normal since it happened so frequently. All I know is that when ...
My First Penis – A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life
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A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life. October 3, 2016. I can’t remember if I was three or five but I remember vividly when I saw my fist penis. He was my moms boyfriend and I was on his lap while he was laying down and there it was, hard and staring at me. I don’t remember what he was saying but I remember it was a playful moment, at least for me. Tagged Childhood sexual abuse. I’m too old for this. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
I’m too old for this – A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life
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A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life. I’m too old for this. October 3, 2016. I am a 44 year old woman. Why can’t I get over this? Well, I thought I was but I’m not and that’s why I’m here. I barely consider playtime with my first penis as sexual abuse compared to what is to come in my story. There were several, but why? Why was I as a little girl so tempting to my half-brother, my uncle, my step dad? I now know it wasn’t my doing, but wow, I was left with some really fucked up people out there. Notify me of new...
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May | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. SHOWERING KINDNESS EVERY DAY. May 31, 2015. May 31, 2015. It supplied all the nutrients I needed, left the afternoon meal something to plan and look forward to, and filled me with satisfaction. May 30, 2015. May 30, 2015. Shower kindness upon yourself. May 23, 2015. May 23, 2015. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or more commonly PTSD: I wondered if that applied to me after years of overly exaggerated responses to everyday encounters, like my kids, h...
FALL | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. August 15, 2015. August 15, 2015. And the frozen snap of trees in sub-zero temps, feeling alone but not lonely by the solid creek, as if I were an Eskimo out trapping. If I dealt with my usual winter depression, it didn’t feel as if so. But I also worked hard to maintain that OK-ness, every day, sometimes every moment. And another, my friend Sue, who died a few years ago of cancer, with never a complaint and only a smile. I fail, and fail miser...
February | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. CHAPTER 16: THE TIN MAN. February 28, 2015. February 28, 2015. The warning had come several weeks beforehand; he wouldn’t leave without doing it properly. Raymond explained, We will be moving soon, to Louisiana. Somewhere in the blur that followed, I also heard him say, Some folks have been coming for as long as I’ve practiced. Imagine how hard it will be on them. To him, to abusive brothers, to the universe. Which one would you suggest? Reminders ...
July | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. July 31, 2015. July 31, 2015. So what’s on tonight? Put me with that pompous ass, Harry, Carol’s husband, who has bigger and better of everything, and I have to use sleep aids, and did both nights while camping at Fillmore Glen. I hate that and use them sparingly because they make me groggy all the next day. He had the ‘. Bigger camper, the bigger veranda on the camper, more wood and a bigger truck, so we should spend our time over at their site.
November | 2014 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. CHAPTER 9: THE CABIN. November 30, 2014. Over the second summer of living in the tent, we looked for and purchased a parcel of land on the upper border of Adirondack Park. We split the acreage with another couple who were friends of ours. Many warm summer evenings around the campfire, or during long rainy weekends in the tent, we dreamt, schemed, and planned our new home in the northern woods. The Coleman fridge and cook stove sat on a table at the...
August | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. August 28, 2015. August 28, 2015. A walk in the meadow this morning…As I meander so do my thoughts. I made a friend…within me. August 23, 2015. August 23, 2015. Like a hickory nut from the hedgerow, is my love so encased I cannot feel it? It cannot be cracked easily after it falls. The elements soften it, the warm sun, the wet winters, spring rains opening its shell, lying there exposed. August 22, 2015. May 13, 2016. August 22, 2015. I let a tear ...
March | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. March 29, 2015. March 29, 2015. When god closes a door,. She opens a window…. My friend is moving. I figured I could bypass the grief of her moving by not visiting her shell of a house one last time. She and her husband have moved much of their belongings already to the other half of the house where her daughter moved with her husband and two children. My husband says, “Be happy for her.”. God opens windows if one notices. My friend Sue, died t...
January | 2015 | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. January 30, 2015. I sat by the window and looked out its rain-whipped cellophane to the watery slate sky interrupted by dark grey cracks of clouds. The bus creaked along, stop after stop, and took far longer than driving, twice as long. I felt as bleak as the day. What was I doing? In this place I mattered. Allowing her in close enough to help, I became immersed in it, the secret, and dared risk everything to save my life. By going against fami...
SELF-LOVE | Patricia J Grace
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. August 3, 2015. August 3, 2015. Chastising my self because I have trust issues and tend to take things seriously, is like slapping a baby for crying. A baby cries from instinct, and my needs are as real. Harsh treatment makes the cry louder and the need for love and gentleness stronger. Of course trusting does not come easy, rarely, or at all. How could it? And that life is serious? Posted in Present Day Writing. 6 thoughts on “ SELF-LOVE. I love t...
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Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. October 20, 2016. That has always been my belief in my core, be slim be normal. And maybe that’s why I don’t get there. Because if my life held no drama or chaos, then what? Maybe it is that simple. Love thyself, all else follows. Love thyself, then you are more able to love others fully. Love thyself, the body will flourish. When slimness came at various times, the feelings of wrongness remained, maybe intensified. Where was the ‘normal? Loving yo...
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Be Happy in your life – Don't just Survive – Thrive and Prosper. Cashier Asking For My Change At The Checkout. Some stores are starting to ask for the customers change to donate to charity when the customer is checking out. This week at the check out at Whole Foods the cashier asked me “do I want to donate my change to charity”. When I declined making the donation the cashiers reply was a huffy “well have a nice life. 8220; It seems that the cashier decided to ‘shame’ me for her perception. I’ve go...
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A Survivor's Healing Art. What’s It All Mean? Who Keeps Me Going. Why Flowers in Shadow. Why Healing “Art”. May 7, 2010. Please note: If you are looking for art from the Webinar I gave for Survivorship, please read the tab above labeled “Webinar”. Thank you for taking good care of yourself! It goes moment by moment…just like the rest of life! 4060 — Mind Meld October 3, 2012. October 3, 2012. October 3, 2012. 4050 — Confusion October 3, 2012. October 3, 2012. October 3, 2012. March 31, 2012. This is the ...
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A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life – Childhood sexual abuse
A Sexual Abuse Survivors Life. I don’t know why I never told anyone about my relatives behavior. I can’t recall if they told me not to. Perhaps I was ashamed or I just thought it was normal since it happened so frequently. Do others remember so little? I can’t remember the first time the mechanic touched me sexually. I remember that I liked it. I liked the attention. I didn’t know better, plus he got me all those cool things. The next day a nice police officer took me out of class and asked me some quest...
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A SURVIVOR'S POETIC JOURNEY. Friday, 23 September 2011. Into millions of pieces. Or so it felt. My life changed forever. I cannot comprehend it. Cannot take it in. It was so devastating. Never the same again. It’s a year ago but. I still hear that voice. Cold, hard, clinical. My world so badly. Out of my head. I’m not the person. I was before the call. I’ll never get her back. There are some pieces. Of the old me. That were lost and. Not found or retrieved. Some of those pieces. I miss very much. It̵...
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A Survivors Road To Healing - Suicide Survivors Support
Death is not the greatest loss. The greatest loss is what dies within us, yet we live on. Although this website is named after my book, I also have a lot of articles I wrote and other information here that you can access. My goal is to provide you with enough help to reach your destiny in your journey to healing. You can click through the Archives, look at Memorial Sites for SR2H members, and click the links to other websites to find useful information. Survivors often become frustrated with those around...
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Denzel's father worked construction in the World Trade Center. We would sneak in at night. The night watchman would chase us. We'd run up and down the stairs. The building went on forever. They could never catch us. It was so romantic. Kate, my older sister said I was too wild. There was nowhere else for us to be. She said I worried our Mother. Mom was crippled with MS. She had been Dean of Students. Now she stayed at home. Our Dad taught medicine. I never understood him. The police dropped me at home and.
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Contentments are of things I write, . this is a process of my experience. what's in my head.as I try to recover. Please feel free to read the postings and make a comment of your own or to tell someone who have survived like I have to do the same. View my complete profile. If feel like I am always walking into a room wearing a red dress. I stand out and blend in at the same time. Author: Shirley D. Cross. Stories of other survivors. Something happened. how do I get help. Dancing in the darkness. Women pre...
