Sexual Abuse Support Group
Sexual abuse is a relative cultural term used to describe sexual relations and behavior between two or more parties which are considered criminally and/or morally offensive. Different types of sexual abuse involve: Non-consensual, forced physical sexual behavior such as rape, incest or sexual assault, or psychological forms of abuse, such as verbal sexual behavior or...
Why not? Maybe sharing will help stop the flashbacks. I have told this poem is the best of all of them. I don't think so. It has been displayed in a museum in an exhibit about human trafficking and a lot of my poems have been read in front of the United Nations along with some of my drawings.
(TRIGGER)
Do You Remember. . .I Dont
Do you remember taking me on a plane?
I dont.
Do you remember sending the plane into a nose dive,
because I wouldnt do what you asked?
I dont.
Do you remember taking me to that house?
I dont.
Do you remember what he said to you,
If shes as good as you say, shell be a nice addition to my collection.
I dont.
Do you remember what he did to me?
I dont.
Do you remember him taking me into that dark, grey room,
tying me to the bed looking thing on the floor?
I dont.
Do you remember the cameras surrounding the bed?
I dont.
Do you remember his laugh and the smoke around him?
I dont.
Do you remember him telling me,
to just do as youve been taught?
I dont.
Do you remember me acting out,
being very disobedient?
I dont.
Do you remember the constant beatings,
punishments for acting out?
I dont.
Do you remember his long whip and the sound it made as it hit me?
I dont.
Do you remember him saying to you,
these whips are standard, marks are gone after few hours?
I dont.
Do you remember any of my screams?
I dont.
Do you remember telling me that I had better get my act together,
or I would really be in for it when we got home?
I dont.
Do you remember telling him that I normally dont behave this way,
and him saying I had better straighten up or the deal was off?
I dont.
Do you remember the late night beatings and parties,
to prove how good I was?
I dont.
Do you remember how he would pull my ponytail back
holding a knife to my throat?
I dont.
Do you remember him telling me that movies like the one I was going to be in,
make a lot of money?
I dont.
Do you remember him rubbing the dull edge of the knife across my throat,
telling me he was just practicing for the real thing?
I dont.
Do you remember the screams at night?
I dont.
Do you remember me sneaking downstairs,
trying to see what the screams were?
I dont.
Do you remember seeing another girl on the bed,
being held by her ponytail, knife at her throat?
I dont.
Do you remember seeing what he did to her?
I dont.
Do you remember the look he gave me when he saw me hiding?
I dont.
Do you remember how she fought so hard to live?
I dont.
Do you remember how when he was done,
he pointed the knife at me?
I dont.
Do you remember all the blood?
I dont.
Do you remember me running away?
I dont.
Do you remember him following me,
knife in his hand?
I dont.
Do you remember him wiping the blood on me?
I dont.
Do you remember my childhood?
Neither do I.
(TRIGGER)
Do You Remember. . .I Dont
Do you remember taking me on a plane?
I dont.
Do you remember sending the plane into a nose dive,
because I wouldnt do what you asked?
I dont.
Do you remember taking me to that house?
I dont.
Do you remember what he said to you,
If shes as good as you say, shell be a nice addition to my collection.
I dont.
Do you remember what he did to me?
I dont.
Do you remember him taking me into that dark, grey room,
tying me to the bed looking thing on the floor?
I dont.
Do you remember the cameras surrounding the bed?
I dont.
Do you remember his laugh and the smoke around him?
I dont.
Do you remember him telling me,
to just do as youve been taught?
I dont.
Do you remember me acting out,
being very disobedient?
I dont.
Do you remember the constant beatings,
punishments for acting out?
I dont.
Do you remember his long whip and the sound it made as it hit me?
I dont.
Do you remember him saying to you,
these whips are standard, marks are gone after few hours?
I dont.
Do you remember any of my screams?
I dont.
Do you remember telling me that I had better get my act together,
or I would really be in for it when we got home?
I dont.
Do you remember telling him that I normally dont behave this way,
and him saying I had better straighten up or the deal was off?
I dont.
Do you remember the late night beatings and parties,
to prove how good I was?
I dont.
Do you remember how he would pull my ponytail back
holding a knife to my throat?
I dont.
Do you remember him telling me that movies like the one I was going to be in,
make a lot of money?
I dont.
Do you remember him rubbing the dull edge of the knife across my throat,
telling me he was just practicing for the real thing?
I dont.
Do you remember the screams at night?
I dont.
Do you remember me sneaking downstairs,
trying to see what the screams were?
I dont.
Do you remember seeing another girl on the bed,
being held by her ponytail, knife at her throat?
I dont.
Do you remember seeing what he did to her?
I dont.
Do you remember the look he gave me when he saw me hiding?
I dont.
Do you remember how she fought so hard to live?
I dont.
Do you remember how when he was done,
he pointed the knife at me?
I dont.
Do you remember all the blood?
I dont.
Do you remember me running away?
I dont.
Do you remember him following me,
knife in his hand?
I dont.
Do you remember him wiping the blood on me?
I dont.
Do you remember my childhood?
Neither do I.
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This is very disturbing. Why would you chose to post this? What's the point? I may have missed it...
deleted_user
You know what? I didn't see right away that you wrote this, so please accept my apologies...you did write "trigger" so I should have been more careful to read carefully....sorry..
deleted_user
i wish i had never posted either of them
deleted_user
no....now that i know, I feel VERY differently about it then if you had say...found it in an article or something. Interestingly enough, this was the first time I actually had feelings and emotions towards my own abuse. It was buried so deep....you may have done me a favor, because now I realize that I am not over this like I thought I was...it was a trigger...and an overdue one at that. Please don't regret posting your very beautifully written poems...I think they're great. Other members please feel free to blast me for this one...I deserve it.
deleted_user
no, no blasting is warranted. i just always get very. . . I don't even know how to describe it, when I know people are reading what I've written.
deleted_user
Have you ever thought about writing a book?
deleted_user
my Family is still out there somewhere. I would never write a book knowing that. I'm terrified they would find out and finish the job They started.
deleted_user
thanks for all the messages and hugs. it's been a really bad day and i hope i didn't bring anyone else down.
deleted_user
very intense. So horrible. I am glad you are able to talk about it.
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