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...
I forgot to post this in the first post.
i have been unable to complete it because of to much personal stuff going on.
My Journey
My journey began December 13, 1953, my twin sisters, too.
Full of wonder and joy, innocents and life.
Once embraced by mothers womb now embraced with her loving heart and a mothers joy and love.
Surrounded by the love of many brothers and sisters, eleven in all. Held warm in my mothers arms.
In to the world I had come. Into the light of possibilities and wonderment of who would I become.
It was a time when closets were locked and society was blind.
It was a time of innocents and fun and closets didnt matter nor did society.
I grew, I laugh, I played.
I stared at the stars and pondered the wonder of the universe.
I marveled at life and all it had for me.
The halo of darkness entered my life at eight years of age.
The closet doors opened and in I went.
No light to guide the way or see the demons.
Only the light of a blinded society, Focused on world events and duck and cover.
No one knew the bomb had fallen, no one but me and my abuser.
A world of darkness I had found.
No light to guide the way.
No path to follow.
Fear and confusion were now my companions and motivators.
And the innocent eight year old boy I had come to love, existed only in
The echos of "the sounds of silence and distant memories.
With only glimmers of light from time to time.
An all consuming darkness that always hungers for more.
Transformed from an innocent, to a child warrior. Learning new skills and pain.
Never knowing what was right or wrong
Fighting to survive, never wanting anyone to know.
Not even myself.
At eight into the halo darkness I went.
Torment that echoes in the sounds of silence
I search my heart and soul to no avail.
From the depths of my soul came the cries of a mothers heart for a wounded son.
i have been unable to complete it because of to much personal stuff going on.
My Journey
My journey began December 13, 1953, my twin sisters, too.
Full of wonder and joy, innocents and life.
Once embraced by mothers womb now embraced with her loving heart and a mothers joy and love.
Surrounded by the love of many brothers and sisters, eleven in all. Held warm in my mothers arms.
In to the world I had come. Into the light of possibilities and wonderment of who would I become.
It was a time when closets were locked and society was blind.
It was a time of innocents and fun and closets didnt matter nor did society.
I grew, I laugh, I played.
I stared at the stars and pondered the wonder of the universe.
I marveled at life and all it had for me.
The halo of darkness entered my life at eight years of age.
The closet doors opened and in I went.
No light to guide the way or see the demons.
Only the light of a blinded society, Focused on world events and duck and cover.
No one knew the bomb had fallen, no one but me and my abuser.
A world of darkness I had found.
No light to guide the way.
No path to follow.
Fear and confusion were now my companions and motivators.
And the innocent eight year old boy I had come to love, existed only in
The echos of "the sounds of silence and distant memories.
With only glimmers of light from time to time.
An all consuming darkness that always hungers for more.
Transformed from an innocent, to a child warrior. Learning new skills and pain.
Never knowing what was right or wrong
Fighting to survive, never wanting anyone to know.
Not even myself.
At eight into the halo darkness I went.
Torment that echoes in the sounds of silence
I search my heart and soul to no avail.
From the depths of my soul came the cries of a mothers heart for a wounded son.
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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Has anyone tried these supplements? Do they give MGers more quality of life by improving memory and overall well being?Thanks!Barbel
I just wanted to get beyond writing this so i just posted what i had.
it is helping me to write like this. something i never did before.
thank you again.