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I Didn’t Want To

Explaining my reasons (for not wanting to) proved futile, and he only used them against me (via the aforementioned gaslighting). However, as I process the trauma, I find it cathartic to delineate, for no one other than myself (and perhaps others who may relate) what my reasons were because I find it affirming. When I articulate why I protested against any sexual activity, I realize the depth of betrayal, the intensity of psychological torment, and the feelings of hopelessness I bore throughout those hellacious years. It empowers present day Me to nurture and comfort the past Me because past Me endured it all in isolation, alienated from my peers, terrified of my family, and wracked with guilt and shame.

New Video

You may have noticed a total overhaul to my website. I am transforming the site to feature my short form video content, since that is the primary form I’ve been presenting in lately. Please take a moment to browse my collections, and enjoy videos I’ve created for TikTok and Instagram Reels. Now that I am moving my content to this website, I will be creating videos for the express purpose of sharing them with you. I will maintain my presence on the other platforms, but some of the content I post there doesn’t get pushed out to the masses (thanks to quirky algorithms), so I will have it all here for your viewing pleasure.

An Impotent Talisman

When gripped by terror and anxious ruminations regarding the risk of my automotive travels, mom settled on what she deemed the only solution. Were my mom’s intent to actually protect her child, as opposed to simply mollify her own disquiet, perhaps, she’d have considered other options.

What’s in the Attic?

Imagine your mind is a house–for your thoughts. Your thoughts are the residents. In this analogy, the unconscious is the attic or the basement–the storage space for all the shit you stash away–the shit you don’t want to see or even think about.