I often think of the relationship between my younger brother and myself to be some strange symbiotic social experiment.
Un-Silent
The Louder I Speak
Pouring Light Into Wounds
Objects Don't Have Names
“You are a Survivor, My Darling:” The messiness of Healing after Sexual Abuse
I’ve never had a chance to experience what “healthy” is. I’ve been adapting and then re-adapting again and again to external trauma for my whole life until I’m like this knotted up old tree. The hardest thing for assault survivors like me is making the decision everyday – on a daily fucking basis – to strive towards healthy sexuality.