Rising panic. I can’t get away. I feel used. I’m dirty. Disposable. There is pain. And darkness. All I see is darkness. Just hurry and get it over with… 111 more words
Tags » Sexual Trauma
On another blog, someone asked poignantly how long my voice had been held captive. This was my reply:
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Robert, it was in college that I somehow got up the nerve to send up a desperate cry for help to a therapist I was seeing at the insistence of a concerned friend.
She looked at me apologetically and said, “Not for nothing, but every lesbian I know has always had some traumatic experience with a man.” She said it as if I was supposed to cross my arms, look pensively at my shoes, and in my smallest voice say, “Well, there was this one night…” 280 more words