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  <title>Into the Darkness</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 02:29:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For all who have faced the darkness</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc99ff&quot;&gt;&quot;The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.&quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>loss</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 19:05:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Resource and Info on Self-Injury</title>
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  <description>I want to write more about how much I love this site but I need to run get dressed and get ready to meet up with someone on a class project. Battling so many things today and everything feels like it&apos;s 200x the effort it was yesterday (and the last 3 days or more have been so difficult lol I am so ready for a break! Not sure if I&apos;m gonna get one ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.palace.net/~llama/psych/injury.html&quot;&gt;SI Secret Shame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really great info if you do it and really great info if you don&apos;t get why people (not the sad people who have twisted this into some sort of pop culture thing, that really pisses me off too. It&apos;s not cool and I don&apos;t promote it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...maybe I will write more at a later time. Just wanted to stick this up before I forget.</description>
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  <category>self-harm</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 20:44:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thinking again</title>
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  <description>I am always thinking of ways to try and help people understand how my brain works with all this PTSD and dissociation crap.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it&apos;s easy to talk about because it&apos;s all right there, up front. Like, oh sure I&apos;m being bombarded by a bunch of pictures or sounds, or I totally zoned there for a second. Sometimes I have a hard time saying what&apos;s happening because it isn&apos;t just right there. I&apos;m aware something is happening but I don&apos;t know what.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know why but sometimes things just come to me in the shower so, here&apos;s one of those weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s sort of like a computer ...with a lot of old memory :P...&amp;nbsp; Anyway, it&apos;s like using whatever programs you need to use or have to use (like I really need to be doing a paper right now, have been needing to do for a while) but, there are all these other processes going on in the background.&amp;nbsp; The processes keep slowing things down and it gets really frustrating to try and use the programs I need.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes there is that little hiccup where everything just freezes and then jumps ahead. More frustration! Sometimes you lose things and just can&apos;t recover them again, all that work is just gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I&apos;m aware there is something more I wanted to say but I can&apos;t. Either I can&apos;t say or I can&apos;t remember what it was...everything is just hung up on some background process.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:34:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My links to Narcissitic Personality Disorder</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m slowly collecting info and trying to learn more.&amp;nbsp; My big fear is that I somehow will become one because I had to live with one for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.narcissism.operationdoubles.com/&quot;&gt;What Makes Narcissists Tick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog there is really interesting too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.halcyon.com/jmashmun/npd/&quot;&gt;How to Recognize a Narcissist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.healthyplace.com/communities/personality_disorders/narcissism/index.html&quot;&gt;Malignant Self Love on HealthyPlace.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I think there should be a chat transcript buried there somewhere that was really good. Just realize that the author of the book has NPD so there are many places if I recall correctly that it comes through and unless your up on your game you may miss it and really not see the statements for what they really are (words of someone with NPD) So, I will stick this in here as well: On &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.narcissism.operationdoubles.com/credibility.htm&quot;&gt;credibility&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t put up any organization sites or anything since those are pretty easy to find and are basically the same thing (definition, symptom, yada yada, like webMD layout).</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:48:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Invalidation</title>
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  <description>I can&apos;t remember if I posted this or not but, I couldn&apos;t find it here so...&lt;br /&gt;This is from another old blog of mine that is now gone from the internet (kept my writings in Word documents though). I&apos;m going back through them since a lot of my stuff I am finding I have no recollection of writing. Some interesting stuff. Any where here&apos;s the old post (not sure where the long quote came from, don&apos;t see it immediately on the site so...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope others find this helpful. The passage I got from a group and the person cited this web page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://eqi.org/invalid.htm&quot;&gt;http://eqi.org/invalid.htm&lt;/a&gt;  I haven&apos;t gotten through the whole thing yet, but I love the list and things. (on the defensive section though, sometimes it&apos;s not always possible for me to express feeling clearly for reasons that I have gotten into and a few I&apos;m not quite ready to get into. To me it just seemed like that section may have been simplified a little bit. I mean since it&apos;s just for the most part it seems, talking in general and not getting too much into other issues that are &quot;outside of the normal human experience&quot;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why is it that when a person feels momentarily sad, their friends think it&apos;s their cue to stop them from feeling and grieving? Who in the world told them that was healthy? When did they become an expert at how long a person should grieve, and feel, and cry and remember? And just because I do cry from time to time over something, that does not mean that for the rest of my life, each and every day, I will sit and cry, just like this, forever....and that I have ruined my life....forever. Allow me to be sad, just as you would welcome and allow me to be happy....I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My telling someone of an event or something that I am going through, does not mean it&apos;s their cue to try to &apos;solve my problem&apos;...I didn&apos;t ask for advice or ask how to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the RIGHT to grieve and cry and &apos;feel&apos; any emotions I ever have in any event in MY life. No one has the right to rob me of my right to express myself or to grieve....to do what &quot;I&quot; need to do in</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:03:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The losing battle</title>
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  <description>I have officially banned myself from a few message boards I belong to. Just to see. Just to see if this secret I&apos;ve been carrying since I was 2 or 3 is really real. I know that it is, just...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m fighting a loosing battle right now. A battle that started when I was maybe around age 12. I thought it had ended at around 18-19...when I ran (or tried for a moment anyway) from everything that happened with D, to the ends of the earth. Lately though with everything and more resurfacing in full living color, it&apos;s reared it&apos;s ugly head again. Seems like I get two weeks on and two weeks off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bike-videos.info/video_LfK-AsgOma4.html&quot;&gt;http://bike-videos.info/video_LfK-AsgOma4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s worth a try. I&apos;ll probably give it another go someday. I had around 7 days. Now with tonight...ended 3 days. It&apos;s just everyday I try harder because I know each day that I do it, is another step toward it reaching another level. And recently, rapidly more so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don&apos;t know why I&apos;m putting this out here, other than I know other people deal with it. This is my one last attempt for the night to reach the &apos;outside&apos; world before the &apos;demons&apos; take over completely. Not that I&apos;m reaching for help, just putting a log of the night in before my brain blacks it out. I usually have to go looking for my various blogs to see what&apos;s gone on in my life, cause I honestly most times don&apos;t remember. Have a feeling it&apos;s going to be one of those nights.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:38:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life in Lyrics (Part II)</title>
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  <description>&quot;Don&apos;t put your trust in walls cause walls will only crush you when they fall&quot; ~ Ray LaMontagne &quot;Be here now&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...sometimes, I said sometimes I hear my voice and it&apos;s been here silent all these...years go by will I still be waiting for someone to understand...&quot; ~ Tori Amos &quot;Silent all these years&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;At the top of the stairs is a locked room my secret chamber that no outsider views for entry is forbidden, prohibited. Behind this door is my other self. Not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise but my other self..I drempt of sin and aftermath. I drempt of centuries laid bare and when I woke not knowing, I knew I led the double life.&quot; ~ Souxsie and the Bandshees &quot;Double Life&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All the fear has left me, I&apos;m not frightened any more. It&apos;s my heart that pounds beneath my chest, it&apos;s my mouth that pushes out this breath and if I shed a tear I won&apos;t cage it. I won&apos;t fear love and if I feel a rage I won&apos;t deny it. I won&apos;t fear love.&quot; ~ Sarah McLachlan &quot;Fumbling toward ecstasy&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I feel it all, I feel it all. The wings are wide the wings are wide. Wild card inside, wild card inside. Oh I&apos;ll be the one who&apos;ll break my heart. I&apos;ll be the one to hold the gun. ...I don&apos;t know what I knew before but, I know I wanna win the war.&quot; ~Fiest &quot;I feel it all&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So much present inside my present inside my present...so much past inside my present...&quot; ~ Fiest &quot;Past in present&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve been to the mountain. Left my tracks in the snow. Where souls have been and the walking wounded go. I&apos;ve taken the pain no girl should endure. Faith can move mountains of that I am sure. But faith can move mountains of that I am sure. Just get me through December, a promise I&apos;ll remember. Get me through December so I can start again.&quot; ~ Alison Krauss &quot;December&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters. I walk on down the hill through grass grown tall and brown and still it&apos;s hard somehow to let go of my pain...well I look my demons in the eye, lay bare my chest and said do your best to destroy me I&apos;ve been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kind of bore me. There&apos;s a lot of things that can kill a man, theres a lot of ways to die. Yes, some already did and walk beside me. There&apos;s a lot of things I don&apos;t understand. So many people lie. It&apos;s the hurt that I hide inside that fuels the fire inside me&quot; ~ Ray LaMontagne &quot;Empty&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 10:49:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Life in Lyrics (Part I)</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been meaning to do this for awhile. Just write out all the lyrics that say things to me or about me. Often it&apos;s hard for me to talk about things that have happened or are happening, so I sometimes use songs to talk for me. Sometimes it&apos;s not just the lyrics but also the story behind the lyrics. I was going to put these in some sort of order but it was way to much work finding all the lyrics and remembering which ones I really wanted so I gave up on trying to order them. This takes up about 7 1/2 pages in my journal lol (ok,they are kind of color coded in there lol)! So don&apos;t know if they will all fit in one post or not and I&apos;m sure I will add more. Some might be triggering (or t to listen too if you go looking them up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I am not the person who is singing. I am the silent one inside...and it&apos;s me who is my enemy, me who beats me up, me who makes the monsters, me who strips me of my confidence. I am carrying my voice, I am carrying my prayers. But you can&apos;t kill my spirit it&apos;s soaring and it&apos;s strong like a mountain. I&apos;ll go on and on but when my wings are folded, the brightly colored moth blends into the dirt, into the ground. And it&apos;s me who is weak, and it&apos;s me who is too shy to ask for the thing I love. I&apos;m walking on the bridge I am over the water and I&apos;m scared as hell but, I know there&apos;s something better. Yes,I know there&apos;s something that I love but it&apos;s me. and it&apos;s me.&quot; ~Paula Cole &quot;Me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Alone  listless  breakfast table in an otherwise empty room  young girl  violins(ce)  center of her own attention. The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it tries to make her proud. The shades go down, it&apos;s in her head. Painted room  can&apos;t deny there&apos;s something wrong. Don&apos;t call me daughter, not fair to. The picture kept will remind me.&quot; ~Pearl Jam &quot;Daughter&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve had nights I will never forget. I&apos;ve had nights I will always regret but I can take it on the chin and say &apos;Boys will be boys&apos;&quot; ~Goldfrapp &quot;Boys will be boys&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The sky opens wide swallowing again. Once I am inside again I&apos;m lost and can&apos;t pretend. These pictures in my mind are not a part of me. These memories hold me tight till I can hardly breath, I can hardly breath. Nothing I can say or do will take away what I&apos;ve been through. What you were is what I&apos;ve come to be. Nothing you can say to me will take away these memories. What you are is what I&apos;ve come to be&quot; ~Handsome Boy Modeling School &quot;Rock &amp; Roll&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...I don&apos;t believe you leaving cause me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream. I think it&apos;s that girl. And I think they&apos;re pieces of me you&apos;ve never seen. Maybe she&apos;s just pieces of me you&apos;ve never seen. Well, all the world, is all I am. The black of the blackest ocean and that tear in your hand. All the world is dangling  dangling  dangling for me darlin&apos;. You don&apos;t know the power you have with that tear in your hand.&quot; ~ Tori Amos &quot;Tear in your hand&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So I ran faster but it caught me here. Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade, running after Billy, running after the rain. These precious things, let them bleed, let them wash away. These precious things let them break their hold on me. He said your really and ugly girl but, I like the way you play. And I died but, I thanked him. Can you believe that sick, sick. Holding on to his picture, dressing up everyday. I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys. Those Christian boys. So you can make me c*m that doesn&apos;t make you Jesus. These precious things let them bleed, let them wash away. These precious things, let them break their hold on me.&quot; ~Tori Amos &quot;Precious Things&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...And do you know Carolina, where the biscuits are soft and sweet? These things go through your head when there&apos;s a man on your back. Your pushed flat on you&apos;re stomach, it&apos;s not a classic Cadillac. Me and a gun and a man on my back. But I haven&apos;t seen Barbados, so I must get out of this. I haven&apos;t seen Barbados, so I must get out of this&quot; ~Tori Amos &quot;Me and a gun&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...You treated me like a stranger and all of the time I was loving you. All of your slick moves, they were once innocent moves. I wanted to look up to you. I really wanted to trust you  and every word you said. I was loving like a child. All the time you were smiling that same smile. I was loving you like a child. I really wanted to trust you. Every word you said.&quot; ~Sade &quot;Every Word&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...You found a place no one should ever go. I&apos;ll be ok, cause when I back away I&apos;m gonna keep the handle of your gun in sight&quot; ~ Norah Jones &quot;Not my friend&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Wake me up when it&apos;s over. Wake me up when he&apos;s gone away and taken everything. Wake me up...if it were any other day, this would get the best of me. But today I&apos;m not so strong. So lay me down with a sad, sad song, and when it stops then you know I&apos;ve been gone too long&quot; ~ Norah Jones &quot;Wake me up&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...I seemed to look away, wounds in the mirror waved. It wasn&apos;t my surface most defiled. Head at your feet, fool to your crown, fist on my plate, swallowed it down. Enmity gauged, united by fear, tried to endure what I could not forgive. Saw things clearer once you were in my rearview mirror.&quot; ~Pearl Jam &quot;Rearviewmirror&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Waiting, watching the clock, it&apos;s four o&apos;clock, it&apos;s got to stop, tell him, take no more, she practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over, pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she&apos;s in love with him, can&apos;t find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can&apos;t find a better man, can&apos;t find a better man, can&apos;t find a better man. Oh talkin&apos; to herself, theres no one else who needs to know...&quot; ~Pearl Jam &quot;Better Man&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...and the meaning, it gets left behind. All innocents lost at one time. Significant, behind the eyes. Theres no need to hide, we&apos;re safe tonight. And the feelings that get left behind. All the innocents broken with lies. Significants, between the lines.(We may need to hide) All the meaning that gets left behind.All the innocents lost at one time. There&apos;s no need to hide.&quot; ~ Pearl Jam &quot;I am mine&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Once divided  nothing left to subtract  some words spoken  can&apos;t be taken back  walks on his own  with thoughts he can&apos;t help thinking  future&apos;s above  but in the past he&apos;s slow and sinking   ...&quot; ~Pearl Jam &quot;Nothing Man&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t fear a healing voice kissed your ear. In your dreams, in your vision a gentle voice speaking wisdom. If it doesn&apos;t kill you, it will shape you. If it doesn&apos;t break you, it will make you.&quot; ~Siouxsie &quot;If it doesn&apos;t kill you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Scars leave their signs. Sewn up inside. Sewn up in mind. They follow you. Swallowing pills, intoning spells. All potions spill down the wishing well. They follow you. To sorrow you. It doesn&apos;t work anymore. They follow you. To sorrow you. Sew up those eyes. Stitch up this smile. Embroidered tears drown the wishing well. They follow you. To sorrow you. Mix me a brew - an elixir to soothe. A cure! Wounds heal in time.&quot;  ~ Siouxsie &quot;They Follow You&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know what&apos;s good for me. I know what&apos;s bad for me. All that sweetness. Covered falseness. It&apos;s a sick and twisted game. To and fro and back again. Could I see it? Did I hear it? Maybe I should love less. Maybe I should trust less. I don&apos;t love this - loveless. What am I going to do? How do I face the truth? Loveless- loveless. I can remember everything. I can still recall the pain. I was left there for dead. Can&apos;t play this game again. To and fro and back again. It&apos;s senseless - I&apos;m doubtless. But what I am I gonna do? How can you be so cruel?&quot;  ~Siouxsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know it&apos;s all a game. I know they&apos;re all insane. I know it&apos;s all in vain. I know that I&apos;m to blame. This tearing apart...I think we all should die. I think we&apos;re dead inside. I know the purest rain won&apos;t wash away the bloody stain. I know it waits to strike. This sickness from inside will tear us apart.&quot; ~Siouxsie &amp; the Banshees &quot;Tearing apart&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sometimes nothing is the better hand and you throw it all away for this, I understand. But I am stronger than you and I am braver than you. And I will still be here, when the dust has cleared. Will you? You will never get close to me. This is who we are.&quot;  ~Tom McRae &quot;Stronger than Dirt&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sitting on an angry chair. Angry walls that steal the air. Stomach aches and I don&apos;t care. What do I see across the way, see myself molded in clay. Stares at me, yeah I&apos;m afraid. Changing the shape of his face...I don&apos;t mind, yeah I don&apos;t mind. I lost my mind, yeah, can&apos;t find it anywhere.&quot; ~Alice in Chains &quot;Angry Chair&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey, I ain&apos;t never coming home. Hey, I&apos;ll just wander my own road. Hey, I can&apos;t meet you here tomorrow. Say good-bye, don&apos;t follow. Misery so hollow&quot; ~Alice in Chains &quot;Don&apos;t follow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;By the way if it don&apos;t kill you, it will make you stronger.&quot; ~Broken Dolls &quot;Stronger&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Run, run, run, run, run, run. Yeah, you better make your face up in your favorite disguise with your button down lips and roller blind eyes. With your empty smile and your hungry heart. Feel the bile rising from your guilty past with your nerves in tatters when the cockleshell shatters and hammers batter down the door. You better run! Run, run, run, yeah. You better run all day and all night. And keep your dirty feelings deep inside. And if you&apos;re taking your girlfriend out to night, you&apos;d better park the car well out of sight. Cause if they catch you in the backseat trying to pick her locks, they&apos;re going to send you back to your mother in a cardboard box. You better run!&quot;  ~Kittie &quot;Run like hell&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So, I&apos;m nothing. You took something, now you&apos;ve disappeared. You&apos;re right where I want you. You said you wanted it, alright. No! It&apos;s not alright. No! Now I&apos;m something and your head is in my closet, dead forever, they&apos;ll never search it...out of sight...no it&apos;s not alright, no...&quot; ~Kittie &quot;Charlotte&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that&apos;s real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything. What have I become my sweetest friend? Everyone I know, goes away in the end&quot; ~Johnny Cash &quot;Hurt&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&apos;s a pity, it&apos;s a crying shame. Who pulled you down again? How painful it must be to bruise so easily inside. It&apos;s pity, it&apos;s a downright crime but it happens all the time. You wanna stay daddy&apos;s little girl. Wanna hide from the vicious world outside but don&apos;t cry. Know the tears&apos;ll do you no good. So dry your eyes. Your daddy he&apos;s the iron man. A battleship wrecked on dry land. Your mama she&apos;s a bitter bride. She&apos;ll never be satisfied and you know that&apos;s not right. But don&apos;t cry, know the tears will do no good. So dry your eyes. They told you life is hard, it&apos;s misery from the start. It&apos;s dull and slow and painful. I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery there&apos;s so much more. Be grateful. Who do you believe? Who will you listen to? Who will it be? It&apos;s high time you decide in your own mind. Tried to comfort you, tried to tell you be patient. They are blind. They can&apos;t see fortune gonna come some day. All gonna fade away. Your daddy the war machine and your mama the long and suffering prisoner of what she cannot see. they told you life is hard, it&apos;s misery from the start. It&apos;s dull and slow and painful. I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery there&apos;s so much more. Be grateful. But I tell you life is short be thankful because before you know it it will be over. Cause life is sweet and life is also short. Your life is sweet.&quot; ~Natalie Merchant &quot;Life is Sweet&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 16:57:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I wish I could tell you</title>
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  <description>How much this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;This secret&lt;br /&gt;The one I&apos;ve kept so long, even from myself.&lt;br /&gt;The one I think I always wanted to tell (even myself).&lt;br /&gt;How much I just want everyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;So I don&apos;t have to keep another secret.&lt;br /&gt;Not ever again.&lt;br /&gt;How much that hurts me. I can&apos;t be me.&lt;br /&gt;I can never truly be me with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people with whom, I&apos;ll have to keep this secret.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of living this secret.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tired of being locked away.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how sorry I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I could not have told sooner (even myself).&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry for so much.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ignoring this.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to finally be free to live.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be understood and believed.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s killing me to think you might not.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this hurt. &lt;br /&gt;I hate so much of what I&apos;ve lived and done.&lt;br /&gt;Those other secrets aren&apos;t so bad, in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;I could find my way through that. Those will heal.&lt;br /&gt;This, this is too hard. Too confusing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish this world would just let me live.&lt;br /&gt;It won&apos;t though.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be those who won&apos;t understand and won&apos;t believe.&lt;br /&gt;So that&apos;s why I kept the secret from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s killing me to have to hang on to it now, now that I know.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I&apos;ve been let in on the secret.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you understand (will you try), will you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;poweredbyperformancing&quot;&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=&quot;http://scribefire.com/&quot;&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://incestabuse.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ/Ya&amp;amp;sdn=incestabuse&amp;amp;cdn=health&amp;amp;tm=326&amp;amp;f=10&amp;amp;su=p247.2.140.ip_p284.8.150.ip_&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;amp;bts=0&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.geocities.com/HotSprings/2656/index.html&quot;&gt;&quot;A Dozen Ways To Help&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://incestabuse.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ/Ya&amp;amp;sdn=incestabuse&amp;amp;cdn=health&amp;amp;tm=326&amp;amp;f=10&amp;amp;su=p247.2.140.ip_p284.8.150.ip_&amp;amp;tt=14&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;amp;bts=0&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.geocities.com/HotSprings/2656/index.html&quot;&gt;What We [the survivors] Would Like You to Know&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://survive.org.uk/sec-surv.html&quot;&gt;How you can be supportive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I&apos;m copying and pasting from this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.survivingthememories.com/id22.html&quot;&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; cause I know I almost didn&apos;t scroll down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; face=&quot;Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things Not to Say to a Survivor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; face=&quot;Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;There are things that will &quot;trigger&quot; or upset a survivor.                           &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;Most people don&apos;t have a clue what to say or do. It&apos;s a hope that this list will help. We&apos;re still your friends, family, wives, moms, students, husbands, teachers, doctors, brothers and loved ones. There&apos;s no need to back off or be scared of us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;For the most part these suggestions are pretty easy to avoid,                           as you will see in a minute. &lt;strong&gt;Please don&apos;t...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; face=&quot;Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Ask if we liked it. No one likes                           being physically overpowered. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell us &quot;it&apos;s just sex&quot;. Rape is a crime of power, control, and extreme violence where sex is used as a weapon against someone weaker. It is not sex. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell us how we could have avoided it.                           Believe me, if we could have prevented it we would have. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Make fun of us. We have faced an attacker                           who sometimes is willing to kill and have survived. What&apos;s there to make fun of? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell us it would never happen to you                           and why. We didn&apos;t think we would become statistics either. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; There&apos;s no need to avoid us. We&apos;re still the same person you&apos;ve come to care about or learned to care about. We&apos;ve just been unspeakably hurt. We&apos;re not contagious. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Please don&apos;t treat us like we have the                           plague. Chances are we don&apos;t. Do you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; God isn&apos;t punishing us for some misdeed                           by allowing this to happen. God helps us heal. He doesn&apos;t send someone to hurt His people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us it was God&apos;s will we were                           raped. Do tell us it was God&apos;s will that we survived! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t disbelieve us. According to survey                           respondents being believed is a survivor&apos;s greatest fear. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us that survivors make up tales for attention. According to The National Coalition Against Sexual Assault false rape reports only happen 2% of the time. That&apos;s a 98% chance that no matter how strange it sounds to you the rape isn&apos;t being fabricated. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some other suggestions for Partners of Survivors                           that may help:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t feel you need to retaliate against our attacker. We know the perpetrator is capable of violence. Please don&apos;t make us worry about you being hurt. We&apos;ll feel more secure knowing you&apos;ll remain in one piece. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t blame us for what happened. It&apos;s                           not our fault. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us to &quot;get over it&quot;. We                           would if we could and we are trying our best. Support us as we struggle to find our way again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us to to put what happened                           out of our minds. It&apos;s not that simple. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us &quot;it&apos;s no big deal&quot;. Rape                           is an enormous challenge to heal from. It haunts even our dreams. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; If we disagree about safety issues                           in the future please realize that what may sounds strange to you may help us feel safe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t say something like, &quot;Well, it&apos;s been six months (a year, 5 years etc.) and ask if we&apos;re &quot;over it&quot; yet. Chances are that we may not be ready to go back to life as it was. We may never be ready and may have to create a new life for ourselves as we learn to be safe again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us we are weak because it                           impacts our life. We are stronger than words can describe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t ask us what you are supposed                           to do to get past what happened to us. We aren&apos;t sure what we&apos;re going to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t ask us if we did this on purpose.                           We didn&apos;t do anything except survive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t ask us if we couldn&apos;t have done something differently during the attack. We made the best choices we could to survive. We got away without being killed didn&apos;t we? That&apos;s proof our instincts were right. Please help us learn to realize that ourselves. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t tell us that it&apos;s not rape because we knew the attacker. Numerous studies tell us that our perpetrators are more likely to be known to us than unknown. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; If you give us a hug and we pull away please know that chances are we&apos;re not rejecting you. We may have a hard time being able to respond right now. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; If we do pull away from you please                           don&apos;t get mad. Tell us you care. Chances are you&apos;ll get that hug after all! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; If you&apos;re together and the survivor has a flashback try not to be mad at the survivor. We hate the darned things too! Flashbacks are always rough. It&apos;s difficult to know what to do. It&apos;s got to be difficult to watch. Any anger should go the one who caused the rape and not the survivor who has to put her life &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; face=&quot;Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;together. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t be afraid to talk to us if we&apos;re                           upset. Knowing you are there may be just what we need. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; If we become suicidal please don&apos;t take that as a sign of weakness. Take that as a sign we&apos;re overwhelmed, trying to cope, and need help. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t pretend rape doesn&apos;t happen to                           people you know. It does. Thank you for reading this to learn about it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t get the idea rape just happens to &quot;those&quot; kinds of people. This crime happens to as many as 1 woman in 4 crossing ethnic, racial, economic and social boundaries. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t be afraid of a person who was raped. I promise as a survivor, the rape will effect you but won&apos;t rub off on you. The person you love is still the same person as before. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.&lt;/strong&gt; Don&apos;t deny your feelings after finding out a friend was raped. Call a rape crisis center&apos;s hotline and find out what support is available for you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ccccff&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman,Times,serif&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The above information is a newsletter from Healing                           News Jan 2000.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;***************************************************************&lt;/font&gt;                            &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Secondary wounding is awful, to have someone say something so hurtful to                           you is just plain horrible. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Please if you are going to open your mouth and speak to a survivor, use consideration. Talk to that person that you love and care for so much like you would like someone to talk to you if you were in our shoes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had the worst things said to me, &quot;Donna, you deserved it and it was your fault,&quot; &quot;You Slut!!&quot; &quot;While watching &quot;Accused&quot; with a friend that i had 10 minutes before told,&quot;Look what she is wearing, she&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deserved&lt;/em&gt; it.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;How would you like them said to you is something you should keep                           in mind always before you speak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember, we need your support so badly, we need to be able to trust you                           again, even if you did nothing to us, even if you were &lt;u&gt;never &lt;/u&gt;a part of the violation towards us, for us as survivors we need to find ways to cope, new ways to trust,&amp;nbsp;to be able to&amp;nbsp;survive, even if that means its with you &amp;amp; anyone else we know in our lives that we have the issue of trust with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffcc&quot;&gt;Please read &amp;amp; reread all that is up abov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffcc&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffcc&quot;&gt;IMemorize it, and please don&apos;t ever say                           them to us!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 19:29:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>While I&apos;m &quot;checked out to lunch&quot;</title>
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  <description>I got myself a few books.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger in the Mirror - which is about the various types of dissociation. I haven&apos;t got very far lol cause I can&apos;t concentrate on type (I can type no problem, that seems to be a tottaly different thing I don&apos;t have to think really. Spell check is a godsend lol!). So far what I have read though is cool, nothing new to me though. Just going over the normal level that everyone dissociates at (driving, the office zone out, that sort of thing, + the dissociation people do during a traumatic event like the feeling of everything being unreal while your running from a burning house or something). The thing that I really liked what where the author is describing how the system goes haywire, I&apos;m hoping to repost it cause it&apos;s what I keep trying to explain to a few people and I&quot;m doing a HORRIBLE job at it haha! I left my book at a friends house though :( so, I&apos;m hoping to get it back later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Girls - I have been wanting to read this since I started therapy...well it might have been before that. I remember I was still trying to deny things and I wanted *somewhat* to read this book. Cause I thought for sure everyone was just going to say &quot;oh no, what happened to you is no biggy and those dreaded words would come back to me &quot;THAT&apos;S HOW IT&apos;S SUPPOSED TO BE&quot;. UGH! *then of course I didn&apos;t want to read it cause I was scared that I&apos;d find out that that wasn&apos;t true and that I wouldn&apos;t be able to deny it anymore and then what?! I&apos;m anxious now to read it...in both ways. It sounds like a really good book from what quite a few people have said, I&apos;m just nervous about being triggered out. They have a group reading it over at AS so that&apos;s what has finally gotten me to buy it. A little hand holding as we go through it together and talk about what we are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life After Trauma - I was bored and wondered over to the bookstore one day and decided to checkout workbooks. My therapist wanted me to use one for anxiety to see if it would help with the PTSD stuff. I&apos;d really like one more geared toward my specific issues though. So I found this one, I&apos;m sure there is probably a section for SA and those issues as well. (I&apos;m trying to be a little more aware of my words &amp;amp; subjects etc since I often type this outside of LJ with a program that sends it to LJ...so I&apos;m not able to do a cut and I forget that). I was going to get one specific to that but I feel uncomfortable having that here. I might feel better about it once I get back to school, and I&apos;d like to look through a few (I&apos;ve had a lot of recommendations, but you know :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am anxious to get them (they say tues.) hopefully it will help me get some new tools, get me a little grounded while I&apos;m away from my doc etc.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:38:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Don&apos;t know what happened entirely</title>
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  <description>trying to get caught up on it all. I mean I do somewhat I&apos;m just not having an easy time explaining it all...not with out sounding completely psycho ha. Eh I probably seem psycho anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just was thinking about when it was exactly that things had changed back.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hall at my friends house typing an email...I was fighting off disconnecting even more than I already was with myself and losing badly...&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know how far I got into the email when panic struck. My friend had been painting the upstairs and he was now painting right in front of me. I&apos;m very allergic to latex and the fumes were causing a reaction. My throat was all tickely. I was in an all out panic attack (which must have helped some). My friend had disappeared though. I didn&apos;t know where. My throat was starting to burn and I was having trouble swallowing. I was having trouble breathing through my nose, the air wasn&apos;t going past my mouth. I thought &quot;God there is seriously something in my life that is out to get me!!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;There was a brief moment of calm when I though it had stopped...&lt;br /&gt;My friends weren&apos;t having any of it lol, they were gonna get me some benadryl and get me to a hospital if it wasn&apos;t working fast enough. &lt;br /&gt;I knew the minute the tingling in my throat started that everything was beginning to switch back...back like it was before I left CA. &lt;br /&gt;I was fighting the benadryl sleepiness, (part afraid to leave the place I had been all these weeks, and part afraid that if I did sleep I&apos;d wake up and all my memories of the past things would be gone). I did sleep though, when I woke up it was all over things had changed I wasn&apos;t completely sure how though. Still not sure really. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to hit a pretty bad bottom...&lt;br /&gt;Now I just gotta figure out all the pieces to how I got to hell and back...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 18:45:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>On Dissociation and surviving from Callunav :)</title>
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  <description>Reading this really is helping me thing about things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;For instance, staying away from dissociation for a moment, the ability to minimize abuse while it&apos;s occurring has often come up in studies as a major contributor toward resilience. A person in an abusive situation who can convince themselves that it&apos;s not really so bad generally survives better than someone unable to convince themselves of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the person is out of the abusive situation and is starting to put themselves back together, minimalization can be a hindrance to recovery. It&apos;s important for people to reach the point where they say, wonderingly, &quot;It really was that bad.&quot; I&apos;ve been there for people when they had that small epiphany, and it&apos;s an important one. People who keep insisting that it wasn&apos;t so bad as all that can&apos;t dig in and do the work they need to do. Something which was a life-saving adaptation becomes a pathology.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Years later, when the person is trying to do more than survive, when the goal is not just to live but to live well, that life-saving adaptation can become a pathology. When the person who has been physically safe for twenty years still can&apos;t experience her emotions at the same time as she remembers events, can&apos;t (mentally) stay in the room when he&apos;s trying to listen to a lecture, can&apos;t stay in her body when someone she loves touches her, can&apos;t tell whether he&apos;s hungry or not... Dissociation is a good friend when you need it, but it doesn&apos;t do to minimize how much of a problem it can be in the life of someone who doesn&apos;t need it to survive any longer. It&apos;s as big a problem - and not unconnected to - PTSD-related panic disorders or sleep disorders or eating disorders or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissociation to some degree may be utterly normal. To another degree, it becomes something the person experiencing it has to fight daily, the uphill-in-the-pouring-rain slog of a person fighting his or her own survival instincts for the sake of a better life imagined but not perceived.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Callunav put things :)&lt;br /&gt;HUGE hell of a problem for me these days. This is definitely not a place where it is helpful.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 06:37:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is me</title>
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  <description>This is me if not all of it certainly most of it. There are somethings in my childhood I can kind of begin to admit to...other things I&apos;m just not sure of I only have flashes of things fears of certain people...&lt;br /&gt;I found this here  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/lockedmovie&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lockedmovie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fear of being alone in the dark, of sleeping alone; nightmares, night terrors&lt;br /&gt;2. swallowing or gagging sensitivity; repugnance to water on one&apos;s face when bathing or swimming&lt;br /&gt;3. alienation from the body -- not at home in one&apos;s own body; failure to heed body signals or take care of one&apos;s own body; poor body image; manipulating body size to avoid sexual attention&lt;br /&gt;4. gastrointestinal prblems; gynaecological disorders; headaches; arthritis or joint pain&lt;br /&gt;5. wearing a lot of clothing, even in summer; baggy clothes; failure to remove clothing even when appropriate to do so (while swimming, bathing, sleeping); extreme requirement for privacy when using bathroom&lt;br /&gt;6. eating disorders; drug or alcohol abuse (or total abstinence); other addictions; compulsive behaviours&lt;br /&gt;7. self-destructiveness; skin carving, self abuse&lt;br /&gt;8. phobias&lt;br /&gt;9. need to be invisible, perfect or perfectly bad&lt;br /&gt;10. suicidal thoughts, attempts, obsession&lt;br /&gt;11. depression (sometimes parlyzing); seemingly baseless crying&lt;br /&gt;12. anger issues: inability to recognise, own, or express anger; fear of actual or imgined rage; constant anger; intense hositility toward entire gender or ethnic group of the perpetrator&lt;br /&gt;13. splitting (depersonlisation; going into shock, shutdown in crisis; a stressful situation always is a crisis; psychic numbing; physical pain or numbness associated with a particular memory, emotion, or situation&lt;br /&gt;14. rigid control of one&apos;s own thought process; humourlessness or extreme solemnity&lt;br /&gt;15. childhood hiding, hanging on, cowering in corners; adult nervousness over being wached or surprised; feeling watched; startle response&lt;br /&gt;16. trust issues: inability to trust; total trust; trusting indiscriminately&lt;br /&gt;17. high risk taking; inability to take risks&lt;br /&gt;18. boundary issues; control, power, territoriality issues; fear of losing control; obsessive/compulsive behaviours&lt;br /&gt;19. guilt, shame; low self-esteem, feeling worthless; high appreciateion of small favours done by others&lt;br /&gt;20. pattern of being a victim, exspecialy sexually; no sense of own power or right to set limits or say no; pattern of relationships with much older persons&lt;br /&gt;21. feeling demand to &quot;produce and be loved&quot;; instinctively knowing and doing what the other person needs or wants; relationships mean big trade-offs&lt;br /&gt;22. abandonment issues&lt;br /&gt;23. blocking out some period of early years, or a specific person or place&lt;br /&gt;24. feeling of carrying an awful secret; urge to tell, fear of its being revealed; certainty that no one will listen; being generally secretive; feeling &quot;marked&quot;&lt;br /&gt;25. feeling crazy; feeling different; feeling oneself to be unreal and everyone else to be real, or vice versa; creating fantasy worlds, realtionships, or identities&lt;br /&gt;26. denial: no awareness at all; repression of memories; pretending; minimising; having dreaams or memories; strong deep, &quot;inappropriate&quot; negative reactions to a person, place or event; &quot;sensory flashes&quot; without a sense of their meaning; remembering the surroundings but not the event&lt;br /&gt;27. sexual issues: sex feels &quot;dirty&quot;; aversion to being touched, expecially in gynaecological exam; strong aversion to (or need for) particular sex acts; feeling betrayed by one&apos;s own body; trouble integrating sexuality and emotionality; confusion or overlapping of affection, sex, dominance, agression, and violence; having to pursue power in sexual arena which is actually sexual acting out; compulsively &quot;seductive&quot; or comulsively asexual; must be sexual aggressor or cannot be; impersonal, &quot;promiscuous&quot; sex with strangers concurrant with inability to have sex in intimate relationship; prostitue, stripper, &quot;sex symbol&quot;, porn actress; sexual acting out to meet anger or revenge needs; &quot;sexaholism&quot; avoidance; shutdown; crying after orgasm; all pursuit feels ike violation; sexualising of meaningful relationships; erotic response to abuse or anger, sexual fantasies of dominance or rape&lt;br /&gt;28. pattern of ambivalent or intenely conflictive relationships&lt;br /&gt;29. avoidance of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;30. desire to change one&apos;s name&lt;br /&gt;31. limited tolerance for happiness; active withdrawal from happiness, reluctance to trust happiness&lt;br /&gt;32. aversion to making noise; verbal hyper vigilance; quiet-voiced, especially when needing to be heard&lt;br /&gt;33. stealing (adults); stealing and starting fires (children)&lt;br /&gt;34. multiple personalities</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 21:28:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what you don&apos;t realize</title>
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  <description>That the little things you say and do have an affect on people. An affect you might not even realize. For me the little things just reinforce all those things i was taught were true (they are actually a pack of lies). I might not ever say anything to you, because I don&apos;t want to talk about those things anymore. Who WOULD want to talk about those things? I want so much to forget, that someone could do such horrific things. So I just hurt in silence. Even when you ask. I make up lies and excuses. Anything, just so I don&apos;t have to talk about it, just so I don&apos;t have to tell you what they did, just so I don&apos;t have to burden you with it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 02:37:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unposted</title>
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  <description>What is the point?!! Just watch to as Anne self destructs, as she fights to keep from destroying every relationship in her path just because of some tiny little thing some one said or did, watch me loss total trust and faith in the world all over again. Watch and find out that OMG SUPERWOMAN actually is not all that strong 24/7. It&apos;s a free show.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother to trust anyone anymore with this? I know I keep getting told that I should, that it&apos;s obvious not talking isn&apos;t working for me. I don&apos;t know though, actually in hindsight right now it seems to have been working just fine. &lt;br /&gt;Every leap of faith I take on this ... it seems to be proven that it was the wrong thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone gives me reasons not to trust them. &lt;br /&gt;The closer I get the more all of this becomes an issue, it gets to the point where I have to come clean about it. Again though it always turns out that I realize I am safer not sharing. It&apos;s better off behind the damn walls, in the bubble world. Better holding people off.&lt;br /&gt;I AM JUST SOOOO DONE WITH IT!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 01:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Answer</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Sometimes when we’ve dealt with a lot of violence we get used to feeling like we should be strong all the time to deal with it, or we learn to feel ashamed because we’re in pain or sick or scared—like we should be handling things better, or that we should recover very quickly and not have problems anymore. It can be good to remember that as a survivor, you’ve had to deal with way too much violence and danger—and that it makes a lot of sense that you’ve been affected by that. Even if the trigger seems like it shouldn’t be such a big deal, you can remind yourself that the trauma and pain and violence you’ve had to deal with are a very big deal, and that to have survived at all—you’ve had to be very strong already.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from&lt;a href=&quot;http://fightforjustice.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-survivors-coping-with-triggers.html&quot;&gt; Holly&apos;s Fight for Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some really great tips and just what I needed to hear right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 18:27:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t know where to start</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m starting to create a bubble world. Shutting down every feeling that might connect me to the rest of the world. Since I&apos;ve gotten back I&apos;ve been flip flopping between pure rage and just being completely upset (I won&apos;t say sad, or depressed that doesn&apos;t fit. I&apos;m just highly emotional). I cannot handle being here. On top of that it&apos;s this constant let down that I get from people. I know I should not have put so much into these people...into these relationships. I tried not too, but they kept giving me reasons to trust them. So I took a leap of faith for maybe the first time in my life (not a blind leap like with Dave). It seems to be consistenly proven that I can not trust the majority of people in my life with this. Most of my closest &apos;friends&apos; have already been exposed to some part of it, just not the whole story. I cannot keep going with them with out telling the rest of it. Why should I though when I I don&apos;t feel I should trust them with it. I wish I could go back to my newer friends. The ones that have no idea. It&apos;s so much easier to keep it hidden then try to figure out who to trust with it. I know that might not really be true...but I&apos;m tired of trying to let this out and being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I will always and forever be broken damaged goods. (I know that&apos;s him talking, I know I did not give him permission to speak. His memory is just so loud right now. He&apos;s everywhere) All I want to do right now is destroy him. I want him to have to feel like I do. I want his world to crumble. I want him to walk around with his head hung in shame. I want him to know what it&apos;s like to feel everyone is looking at you, thinking horrible things about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to stop. Why do I always have to feel so horrible. why do I have to feel like I need to be superwoman?!&amp;nbsp; Everyone keeps telling me how strong I am ...I feel i have to live up to that. I push and push. I&apos;m just not. I don&apos;t want to be breakable, I don&apos;t want to be weak. I hate that. I&apos;m tired of letting people see that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 00:43:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Revisiting the past</title>
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  <description>Well I managed to find the blue house on the corner. It exists, so I didn&apos;t make that up. It gave me the heebie jeebies bad. I was surprised I remembered it so well. I was surprised I remembered so much of that area. I could see the whole neighborhood in my head at night. &lt;br /&gt;We went over to Ryan&apos;s old place too. I was really hesitant about that. It was different on the outside yet the same. I got really kinda sick see it. I couldn&apos;t breath for a moment. The thought crossed my mind what if everyone was still there. What if D lived there or something. &lt;br /&gt;I know that all those things I wrote were probably part of some strange self preservation. That I wanted maybe to think that&apos;s how I would have been. Still though ...I just can&apos;t believe it. &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what to do now. Some part of me wants to go back. Wants to see the insides of those places again. Some part of me wants to do that on my own, some part says I can&apos;t it&apos;s going to be to hard.&lt;br /&gt;There is this huge gap of time, I thought it was small like a few weeks between the incident and the party. Now I&apos;m not sure I think it&apos;s bigger. I don&apos;t remember those thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I&quot;m so lost right now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 05:29:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unexpected</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m back at home now, just got in today. I was about to go to bed when i for some reason was drawn to read an old journal of mine to see if I had left the whole story in it or not (I thought maybe I had ripped it out or blacked it out). I got some answers from it. Then I went on to my other journal (the first one was for a class so it wasn&apos;t any personal thoughts really, just the story ...which yeah is personal but ...well this other thing was a bigger glimpes into the relationship.) I wish I hadn&apos;t. I&apos;m so confused right now. I don&apos;t know what to think. I&quot;m seriously sick to my stomach. I wish I hadn&apos;t been so vague in my writing but obviously I was trying to protect things (I found out from the class journal that I had been purposely forgetting details, hiding them from myself so I wouldn&apos;t remember the whole story. So this was the only detailed account that i made, it&apos;s I think 1 or 2 years after).&amp;nbsp; It seems like all of a sudden nothing fits again. I make it sound like I continued to see him?!!! That maybe I went out with him?!! I just can&apos;t imagine that though. I just have that as such a strong memory that I didn&apos;t have anything to do with him after that. Not till that night at the party when he said hello to me. What I write though doesn&apos;t make sense. I talk about missing him and that i should have left (or did I mean that I should have left right away that night and didn&apos;t? I know now that I did get home somehow that night). I write as though I brushed the whole thing off. It was no big deal. It was just in joking. I don&apos;t understand. I mean I do...I was trying so hard to protect myself from the truth. Did I really stay? Is that what the Cinco De Mayo memories that where trying to bubble were about? That yeah, I did miss him and wanted to see him again? Then all of a sudden I change my tune and realize what happened? Is that when the party happened ...or did I just make that up in my head? I&apos;m so confused. I want to find that house. &lt;br /&gt;There can just be no way I ever went out with him again. NO WAY!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:18:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Women Shouldn&apos;t be Silent, Men Shouldn&apos;t Either</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m so excited to see this! &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard to stand up against others actions, and it&apos;s hard when that person doesn&apos;t care to listen. It&apos;s important to do it anyway and not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ndvh.org/educate/abuser_quiz.html&quot;&gt;http://www.ndvh.org/educate/abuser_quiz.html&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 23:11:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Time to Tell</title>
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  <description>I think it&apos;s time to tell my story to my Doc.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to make&amp;nbsp; a time line but I can&apos;t. It&apos;s too much like slow torture to do that. I think it just really all needs to spew. &lt;br /&gt;I just need to work the rest of the week on telling myself that it&apos;s ok to talk about it, it&apos;s ok to have all these feelings ...the nasty slippy sliding feelings floating, off and out of control all of that. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard not to think about the future. I&apos;m concerned about my classes though. I&apos;m not sure what&apos;s going to happen with econ. It may end up I do this 4 times...that sets me back. What do I say to my folks. this may need to come out... I guess that&apos;s what is really bubbling right now...that&apos;s what I&quot;m trying to escape. I know I shouldn&apos;t think about it till I get through the week, talk to my disabilities adviser etc etc. If I drop that means I have to go home early probably or figure out some way to stay with my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn&apos;t think about this ...it&apos;s kinda catastrophizing and I shouldn&apos;t do that...grrr ptsd thing...have to go through the worse case.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 00:36:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Blame Game</title>
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  <description>I was just thinking a million things and had this little revelation:&lt;br /&gt;I think that another reason why I never told my family is because none of them were happy about me hanging around that crowd to begin with. So I guess it was the thought of the &quot;I told you so&quot; sort thing, &quot;what did you expect&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Going home at the end of next month it&apos;s floating around my head, what if this comes out. What if I just am not able to cover my &apos;tracks&apos; anymore. I am sort of playing with the thought of having a friend take me around to a few places ...(hoping to sort some of this out friday) see if any pieces come back. Just worried as always about those little things coming into conversations with my family (there have been several times in the past where I have had to be very careful about conversations that I get very emotionally passionate about). (I&apos;m not sure what she&apos;s thinking right now...I think she knows something is going on...). Ick it&apos;s making me nauseous and dizzy to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;I try not to role play it like that, cause ...it&apos;s just not going to happen. It just can&apos;t...(and I feel like adding:) ever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 03:53:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To the me 7 years ago</title>
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  <description>I told you I would get you through. I begged you to trust me, I know you weren&apos;t sure. I told you never again do you need to be afraid. I will never let someone treat you like that. I have the power now that you did not. You can always trust I will fight tooth and nail to protect you. I have the knowledge now that you did not. You don&apos;t need to worry about making good decisions, leave that to me. Everyday you can walk beside, me hold my hand...I am your strength now, I am your protector. You don&apos;t always have to feel like that, just know that someday in the future it won&apos;t be like that anymore. That was then, this is now. You&apos;re safe and sound.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 23:44:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rescheduled</title>
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  <description>Got a call today that I needed to reschedule my appointment for the 4th. I didn&apos;t call back right away (they call from a blocked # for privacy and I never answer those kinds of calls after my little reminder incident a few months back). I was kinda worried it was going to be that my doc wasn&apos;t coming back for another week. So I kept putting off calling...but I finally did. Turns out I&apos;m getting in on Wed now!!! &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m kinda mixed up about this though. My initial reaction is to be really happy, grateful, and relieved. Then I start to get a lil worried, cause I know I need to talk about what happened this week. I&apos;m not sure entirely what it is that I&apos;m worried about.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if there is maybe some part of me that still expects someone to tell me I did the wrong thing, and why did I do that etc etc. Then I wonder if maybe I&apos;m afraid about what if some sort of other action is taken...hmmm yeah I think part of it is that. It is kinda the same feel as before, to tell or not to tell, maybe something will happen maybe it won&apos;t,&amp;nbsp; risk creating a big &apos;scene&apos; sort of thing. It&apos;s really not right though that I should be feeling like a prisoner right now. I don&apos;t want to bend any more to this than I have. It&apos;s just making me sick though a little to think about going in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend about how I was now feeling paranoid about everything...he said the best thing ever: &quot;Maybe it&apos;s really more being cautious, than paranoid&quot;</description>
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