sexual abuse
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Childhood trauma is an inheritance no child asks for. A ghost sewn into the seams of small, trembling bodies. It lingers in the marrow, in the hush of a locked door, in the filth of hands that should have protected but instead desecrated. Incest—an unspoken horror—warps time, fractures identity, leaves a child stranded in a…
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The winds are changing. The tides are shifting. For too long, the whispers of the abused have been drowned out by the roar of willful ignorance, by systems built to protect the powerful, by the comfort of those who would rather not see. But the world is waking up. No longer can we pretend that…
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There was a time when I was nothing but smoke… a shapeless thing moving through my own life, consumed by the fire I set with my own hands. I burned through the nights, through the empty bottles, through the hollow applause of lovers who never knew my name. I lived as if the darkness was…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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Oh, I’ve done so many things wrong I can hardly decide which one to talk about. In anger, I fought for my own way. I drank too much. I slept with men I didn’t even know. I harbored the desire for power and money. Secretly, I wanted revenge. My desire was not to live wrong,…
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I am not the rare butterfly, the lone flame burning bright in a sea of shadows. I am not the chosen one, not the anomaly, not the girl with the golden key to the kingdom of suffering. The truth, stark and bitter as the taste of raw earth, is that I am ordinary in my…
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When does the healing end? When do the old ghosts stop rattling their chains in your bones? They say time is the great healer, but time is also a thief. It can steal innocence, families, safe and warm memories. It smooths over the jagged edges, sure, but does it ever really fill the cracks? Happiness…
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Growing up, many of us were taught that love is unconditional and nurturing. However, for those who experienced toxic or abusive parenting, love often came with conditions, expectations, and performances that were anything but peaceful. Performative love is a haunting legacy of childhood spent in cycles of abuse, where affection was contingent on compliance and…
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In today’s world, the concepts of vulnerability and victimhood are frequently conflated, often to our collective detriment. It’s crucial to distinguish between the two, as the path to personal growth and societal progress relies heavily on our ability to navigate this distinction effectively. Understanding Vulnerability Vulnerability is not a weakness. It is the foundation of…