The diary of a evolving adult
♪♪ Let's talk about sex, Baby. Let's talk about you and meLet's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be♪♪ Haha I bet that got your attention. Anyhow I seriously want to cover this because it's something that comes up in conversation whenever I bring up my abuse history. It's … Continue reading BDSM and baggage
Ive been scrolling around the reader here reading stories similar to mine, experiences similar to mine, finding a whole host of people as hurt and damaged by a system meant to raise them as I am. A whole host of people outraged and looking for a way to fight back, looking for a way to … Continue reading The next step
Not so much a letter as a bit of writing I can come back and read over and over again whenever my resolve starts to dip or Im hurting or starting to give in to those thoughts that lead me places I dont want to go. It sounds silly to say out-loud but each night … Continue reading A letter to myself
I think healing, and overcoming the damage done to my brain and soul, is something of a stair case. An immeasurably long and broken staircase that seems to wind and back track on itself somehow. On each landing is a door leading to some obstacle I have to combat and face. Im getting there. I … Continue reading One stair at a time
It feels like a lot has changed since my last post even though it's only been a few days. The fact that Im talking to the dragon went public and the fallout from that was even more extreme than I expected. I crashed pretty hard as that social circle was torn apart again and sides … Continue reading Butterfly
I watched a documentary the other day about broken children. I think it was actually called "Broken Child" and it's gotten me thinking, stewing really, as I tend to do whenever I cant figure something out. Why arent I much more screwed up than I actually am? Or at least than I appear to be? … Continue reading Humpty Dumpty
Lets talk about my man choices for a minute as I seem to be a little stuck on this right now given my recent bought of nonsense with Mike. Ive never made good choices. Save one and I even let him go. Going back to what amounts to the beginning of my dating life my … Continue reading Fuckboi’s and failure
The first intervention dates start in November of 1977. I would have been two and my brother just a small baby. The ministry was heavily involved for the next two years with reports on a numerous reports on nearly bi-weekly basis from multiple agencies. They debated apprehension quite a bit. I had a penchant for … Continue reading In the beginning
Heartache, hiccups and hope 