t’s ironic that just as I start to feel comfortable confronting the ghosts from my past, one of them dies. While he may be physically dead, he is still very much alive in my head. He was my step-dad. I was supposed to be able to trust him. My dad wasn’t in the picture except for 2-4 weeks a year. This person was supposed to show me what being a man was about. Instead he taught me to fear them.
Terrified and Trembling, I Fought Against My Abuser
By Survivor Taylor **The following is written by a survivor of domestic violence and abuse who’s tale of her terrified escape may be too graphic for some. Names have been changed to protect all involved.** Strangled…. I laid there, not knowing what to do. If I should move. “Will he...
