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has any one writen a book about thier life If you have I would like to read it I have writen my story but I am too afraid to put it out there as my father is still living there is One book out there about me and my Family "Unjust Treatment" The true story of Jo Ann Dewey and the Wilson Brothers it was writen by my theripest .
I am new to all of this. The blog, the forum, the telling of my story. Since this is my first entry I will make it simple, start slow. I am a survivor of abuse, of all abuse. I am one of those people that is a magnet for bad people. I have often explained myself as being put on this earth to be people's dumpster. I am learning to stand up for myself and let people know how I want and deserve to be treated. This is not easy for me. Some days I am great at it other days I can't even gather up the
I need some one to hear me before it's to late, no one will talk to me , no one will listen When people find out who I am they disapear. I have tried to tell someone for 60 years now but they are too afraid to know the truth I've searched for family , that might talk to me ,I just want to know what they know but no one will speak to me when I finaly do locate one of them their eighter dead or will not speak to me. They simply will not face the truth and they can not face me.. My father kept me
hallo all my name is peri and i too am a survivor of sexual abuse it was my dad and step-dad and also my 1st boyfriend that were all involved in my abuse i do not know exactly at what age the abuse started but it was somewhere around the time i was 11 or so it started with my dad (who lived near us) and went on until i was 17 i guess with my step-dad i was perhaps just 13 and although what he did he did only twice or so it still gets me and it was different to what my dad did to me my boyfrien
Everyday I try to forget Your smell won't let me Everyday I try to forget Your image haunts me Please help me forget. One day I will forget Your smell will leave me One day I will forget Your image will not scare me. Can this happen?? Maybe I will never forget Help me to live again.
I will have finished high school at the end of this month; I am both scared and excited. Something I can't shake though is who is on the VIP list. My mother and father. Before I could talk, I believe I was molested by someone in my family. Even though I have confronted my father about this and asked him straight out, "Did you molest me?" He said no, but I have done nothing but think about it afterwards. I am very much aware of the fact that my father is a pedophile. He has been caught look
For the first time in a while, Im feeling okay. I recently got my survivor tattoo and since then ive felt very empowered. I have sad moments, but not nearly as many as I used to. Its nice to have a few weeks of not constently being sad. Im heading into my final week of my freshmen year in college, and im beyond excited to go home. At the same time, im also very nervous because home as recently become a very big trigger for me. Im hoping I can handle it, I miss my family and friends more than an
For those that know my style and my previous posts, I am survivor that holds nothing back. Writing my life like the way it occurred is the only way I know how to unfold this story. To write again about the events that lead me to a life of solitude, sequestering myself from the masses...it's not easy. But I will strive to unveil my life - again - through a series of blogs. For that, I am grateful - AS - but having to write it again will not be easy. I went through some hard emotions the first tim
Mother Emotional Sits, patiently waiting Finally the music begins Playing ~*~ Sweet girl Dressed up in frills A basket in her hand Decorates the path she walks with Petals ~*~ Vision In her white dress Glides toward the altar The carpeted aisle decked in Daisies
Tiny Human wakes up Unusual bedding Mattress beneath petals of a Blossom Ever Lovely fairy Intrigued by huge new world New wings will come in time to this Angel
Dusk Livens Tiny life In amethyst Illumination A fairy paradise Under hollows of a tree Adorned with glowing amber blooms House graceful mini flying gard'ners Wearing frilly frocks of silken petals
To all you singles in the cyber world Who think you know all the risks and dangers I'm sure you've heard all the horror stories About the online fatal attractions And you probably have at least one friend Who's had a long distance relationship Maybe you've been told those rarely work out But you're still harboring a secret hope Well I'm one of the few success stories And this long distance stuff isn't easy Everyone figures the distance is tough But they only focus on the lovers It's assumed one
Hello there human, my name is buddy I couldn't help but notice you staring See, my owner seems to think it's funny To dress me in the outfits I'm wearing Playing dress up is wrong in many ways But it's something I've learned to tolerate Since one of the perks is loveable praise And I get treats when I co-operate I really don't mind all the attention Though loving me for me would be preferred I adore getting all this affection But some of these costumes are just absurd She dresses me in all this
Original poem by "TheReddestRose" on Allpoetry.com: http://allpoetry.com/poem/10549299-Hello__My_Name_Is._._.-by-TheReddestRose My response poem: Hello, my name is heart and soul And you are all fairweather friends: Emotions lacking self-control Hello, my name is heart and soul You drive me crazy as a whole Despite what good you may intend Hello, my name is heart and soul And you are all fairweather friends
Sun rises and falls Day after day Moon follows Night after night In a never-ending game Of tag With each passing second Minute, hour Our lives become a bore Schedules create Predictability That is seemingly Endless And we complain Nothing changes But if we stop Just for a moment If we look back From when we started And we compare it To where we are now There are but few Similarities The differences become Nearly overwhelming From our attitudes To our relationships And our dwellings It's startlin
The time when you realize Your breathing Is just an illusion Within a world of lies We seek truth And our own life's meaning Which is often surmised True wisdom Will come with time - And time Cannot be compromised
