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A girl should experience the unfolding of sexual mysteries as she matures, naturally, over time.
March 6, 2023
My father was sexually abusive.
I spent some time in a psych hospital in 2017, and was able to record many of the abuse episodes. It was helpful, painful as fuck, but helpful.
For most of my life, my family told me I imagined things, that my father couldn’t possibly be capable of what I claimed, that I was dramatic at best, a liar at worst. I was neither. I was honest and it was real. But to this day, there is a sliver of me that wonders if my recollections are valid. Logically, there’s no doubt. A girl of seven knows of none of the things my father taught me. It’s incomprehensible for a child to know of such things.
There is a better way. This is how I would have shared my truth had I had a daughter.
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Summer 2017
Writings from the Nuthouse
After my dad explained sex to me, somehow he got the idea if was ok to talk to me about sex all the time, as if I could handle the topic, as if I could make sense of what he was telling me, as if I had any context within which to frame what he said. Of course I had none of that.
