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I'm a gay male survivor of incest, sexual, physical and emotional abuse.-
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Monthly Archives: June 2012
The Lessons of Abandonment
There was a time in my childhood when there had been a counterbalance (what Alice Miller refers to as enlightened witnesses) weighing against the abuse I suffered in our family. Of the most predominant was my older sister, who I … Continue reading
Discarding The Illusions in Grandmother’s Suitcase
When I was five-seven years old, my brother and I were sent to stay with our grandmother for weeks at a time during summer vacations. She would always go on about how ‘handsome’ I was when I arrived, and inquire … Continue reading
A New Flashback, Progress.
For most of my childhood, the only other children in our rural neighborhood were my brother’s age or significantly older, and so none of them really became my friends, yet I often wound up tagging along anyway. But, most of … Continue reading
The Poison of Ageism
There was not a year of my life as long as I was in contact with my mother that she didn’t scream at me “You’re ___ years old!!!” It was always a reproach–her way of belittling and shaming me for … Continue reading
The Aftermath of Recollection
My first impression upon uncovering the memories of being sexually abused by my mother was that I felt great; it must be odd to say so. but this buried memory, so important, so vital finally being unlocked…it provided untold relief. … Continue reading
A Shocking Revelation
Yesterday was a really hot summer day; towards the afternoon, I took off much of my clothing due to the heat and laid down in the cool shade of my bedroom for hours…as I did so, I had these strange … Continue reading
Proudly Sensitive
I named this blog in response to something my parents shouted at me when I was 21 and about to move out of their house: “What your brother did to you was normal! You’re just too sensitive!” Thus it was … Continue reading
