So while I was in college for my undergrad degree (Ohio University, in Athens OH), I worked summers at Kings' Island, the local "big" amusement park. Hours were long, the work tiring as hell, but I still enjoyed it -- I was assigned to a burger stand in the kid's section of the park, near … Continue reading The Day I Finally Grew a Vag
Tag: emotional abuse
Yet more abusive fuckery
So. There's been no calls from my parents or sisters at all for Thanksgiving: no invitations to come down, no calls to say "Happy whatever" -- in the past, they've usually been the ones to call, since they get free long distance via their cells phones. It's their house, their meal, they issue the invites. … Continue reading Yet more abusive fuckery
Smoky Mountain Memories Pt 2
(another letter from the same "family vacation" as the last post). Aug 2, 1997, Dear Husband: So yesterday Dad drove us out to Newfound Gap, a big tourist spot because -- I kid you not -- of a border sign in the parking lot that says "Tennessee" on one side and "North Carolina" on the … Continue reading Smoky Mountain Memories Pt 2
Silence is not an option.
When realization makes you sick to your stomach…
So I've been researching child abuse & abusive personalities for my fanfic tales, as one of the characters is a survivor & the issues & aftermath of abuse come up a lot in my tales. It's very, very scary when you're watching a vid & reading articles, and realizing that it all sounds too damn … Continue reading When realization makes you sick to your stomach…
A Failure at 5 and 11
Fall, 1977. I was in 6th grade. And I was a failure. I've had a long-running fascination with art & music, from a very early age. Music runs in the family; my great-aunt (Dad's aunt, his mom's sister) was a Carmelite nun & the organist/choir-director for our church. When I say "organist", I'm talking one … Continue reading A Failure at 5 and 11
The Catholic High School Bullshit Blues
These will be jumping around in time a lot. I'll write them up as I remember them, or come across the letters/diary entries/etc. This one got triggered by a Reddit question: "what is the dumbest thing you ever got in trouble for?"So I sat there, reading through the responses, then my own memory hit -- … Continue reading The Catholic High School Bullshit Blues
When I was in kindergarten (1972), towards the end of the school year, my parents got us a puppy. I was 5, almost 6. My brother was 4. My baby sisters were toddlers, 1 and 2 years old. The only pets in the house before this was a fish tank, that we were forbidden to … Continue reading Snoopy
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