I got thinking about summers (nod 2 WG) and how it was a mixed bag of abuse and freedom. Summers meant being home 24-7 with our abusers and more free time to be sent off to those using us, but at the same time there were sometimes hours of freedom away from all that and everyone. There were times of actual lack of terror and some well placed self ( Read more... )

The police came to our front door today ( Read more... )

Returning to this rant: I wana dig up the mother and kill her in the most painful ways! We're fucked, every last one of us in here, due to her handling of our body and minds. Fifty-four years and still we're trying to counter what was done to us. How fucking pathetic is that? Damn sad ( Read more... )