T his is supposed to be like therapy or something so, read at your own risk. I was thinking about joining a blog community specifically on abuse survivors, but it's moderated and edited, plus I read some of the hosted entries already - most of which are short, brief, mainly one time or occasional acts. Not to downplay one traumatic rape or two. I always told myself, it wasn't that bad, what I experienced. Downplayed it. But this week my PTSD was borderline disruptive. Hate to say it but the rebirth or reboot of one of my greatest loves the 'X-Files' probably was a trigger... Anyway I just want to burp up one terrible or traumatic memory for me, whenever the compulsion drives me. There's no sitting shotgun in this car, so climb in the back seat. My mind is Swiss-cheese. No one I know even knows the extent. Life is madness, disease, a wriggling mass of wormholes, my soul a ghost in a machine of whom I've intimately come to have known the l
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