With permission from briar_witch , I am posting about a member who passed away three years ago.  She was known here on LJ as kiota , but her name IRL was Anna Rosenfeld.  A memorial journal has been set up under her old username.

( Details... May be triggering for suicide, self-harm, & eating disorders... )

More of my 'cleansing writing', uhmm contains triggers of abusive violence and molestation. Thankyou for such a positive response to my first piece.

This is just as a mental cleanser for myself, really. Get it out.

Things declined steadily for me from that first touch in the bedroom when I was six years old. Every day was bleaker, emptier, devoid of ( Read more... )

Hey everyone, just a little announcement some might appreciate ( Read more... )

After years of repression I finally am going through therapy to deal with the molestation that occurred for years while I was a child. I have a great counselor, family, life, etc... but at times I still feel lonely. My main support group was my ex-girlfriend who broke up with me and now even though I am dealing, I still feel overwhelmed, almost ( Read more... )

(I posted this a couple days ago in my own journal, but I wanted to share it with people who might have a better understanding of where it comes from.. and why I needed to write it.. My ex and i were together for several years, but I'm sure that's a story told here far too often.. and instead of looking back, I look ahead. This does have my ( Read more... )

You know... it's hard enough dealing with my own memories and pain from my assault. I mean... it wasn't so bad when I still had everything blocked off. But, I unlocked that a while ago. I can't lock it back up again. I have accept that I can't get away from it. I still remember that day. I kinda gave up, stopped fighting and accepted that I would ( Read more... )

I am meeting with two detectives about the sexual abuse I went through nearly twenty years ago as a child. I am starting to get really nervous because I don't know what to tell them. I only have very limited narrative memories of the beginning of the abuse; the stuff that is not too traumatic to retell. I know that more than what I remember ( Read more... )