CivilCybil

Welcome. It doesnt matter how simple a story maybe. It matters how big of an impact it has had.

My dog: My dog’s name is Niko. It wasn’t the name I picked out for him, but it was the name he was use to when I got ahold of him. I was looking for one when a friend told me about him. She said he was real sweet and smart, but I was a bit leary because of his breed; pit bull. She kept telling me that the owner was threatening to take him to the pound because nobody wanted a pit bull that she could trust to take care of him the way he deserved. So, I agreed to at least to take a look at him. The day I met him, and the day he waltzed into my home, was the day he stole my heart. He ha

I read somewhere that the official mental health folks that determine diagnostics for mental illnesses have changed the criteria for PTSD. Originally, the onset of PTSD could be linked to one major traumatic event. Now, they have linked it to long term trauma, like physical and mental abuse too. In my case, I have experienced both. I don't know if having a name for what is going on with me is a relief. I do know that as horrible as it maybe, that there is a bit of relief in knowing that I am not the only one out there. Medication has played a huge part in my recovery, and I can say now th

I want to share something. It may be a trigger warning for someone out here. I wouldn’t read this if you endured a rape that wasn’t based on intimidation. This maybe something that makes you remember something you don’t want too, or that you can relate to that may hash up those feelings again. Maybe someone can relate and helps them to know that they aren’t the only ones this has happened too. In either case, it is pretty intimately detailed, and please use caution when deciding to read this. My rapist didn’t threaten me. He didn’t hold a gun to my head, or a knife at my thro

I called the police and made a report. Wasn't sure what to say; details are really foggy. But, I managed through it. I was afraid my boyfriend was going to be listening in, because I'm just not sure he wants to know the details, or at least, I'm not ready to give them to him. I was afraid to give the details to the police too. What if they didn't believe me? After all, I don't really know enough details to do bring justice to the event and all we were doing was getting my statement. What if they didn't make the report? I needed help, and without it, I can't get counseling that is a lit

My past isn’t an easy one… I think you all can relate to that at some level. I spent a good deal of my childhood being physically and mentally abused by someone that is now sitting in prison as a sexual predator. Then, I was raped when I was 19 years old, only weeks into living in a town in a state that I had never been in, not knowing anyone. I was homeless, and very soon after, I found out that I was pregnant. I thought about adoption, but I just couldn’t do it to myself, because I really wanted my daughter. I mentally was not stable. Occasionally I asked for help, but for the most par