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She asked me how I felt and I responded with angry. But she wouldn’t accept that. I was in for a tussle. Sister Rosemary was the one in charge and she was about to take me on a journey of revelation and discovery. I was sitting among a group of Continue Reading

I like to question mostly everything. It’s part of who I am and it developed as a coping mechanism from not understanding what was happening to me when I was a child. Questioning helped me see my childhood abuse for what it was. A madness that I could not accept. Continue Reading

It’s not over when you leave. If only it were that simple. You leave, get on with your life and never think about them again. You’re safe so you don’t give them a second thought. As anyone who has had to leave an abusive family behind knows, this is not Continue Reading

I still can’t believe I was able to do it. Leave all of my family behind, basically escape, that’s how dangerous they were. Now I can actually look back to what I had to do to leave, for the safety of my daughter and myself, it seems an impossible task. Continue Reading

Although I didn’t know it as a child I found an alternative family to the one I was born into. That one, my birth family provided me with nothing a family are supposed to. Love, care, boundaries, guidance and safety. I was alone apart from my little brother and my Continue Reading

Other Worlds is a collection shared from the memories of the child parts I became within myself, having to grow up in an abusive family. They were involved in an organised group of abusers, a cult made up of powerful people whose wealth and position protected them from any consequences. Continue Reading

What would my life have been like if I had not been sexually abused as a child ? I have asked myself this a lot lately. I do not have words for an answer. I only have emotion. Deep, aching emotion in my solar plexus. A grief so true I Continue Reading

No one can take my imagination. No one can take the child inside, the me inside that is different to you. No matter what you do to me, it’s in these places which belong to me, that I am always free. A wild wind blew across the field, shaking the Continue Reading

For years I self medicated my PTSD with alcohol and drugs. It wasn’t a choice I made, addiction was vital to get me through the day. Chemicals worked so well at helping me forget the truth, too painful to bear. Addiction was what I had to do to live before Continue Reading