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This is Sexual Abuse Awareness Month and I have not participated in any events. I believe I have fallen backwards in regards to this issue and I see no hope in sight.
I realized it last night when someone picked up the recorder that sits next to my bed. Regardless of where I go it remains next to my bed right next to the kaleidoscope. Those who know me, really know me know exactly why the two are together. When my story was going to be written I poured my heart out. I gave details that I have not shared with anyone. I opened wounds that had been sitting in craters filled with pus for so many years. Once the story was told my healing would have taken a new turn and I would have had a soft place to land on. My story still remains hidden. In spite of what you know about me only one other person besides myself knows everything. All I have left from having told my story are the wounds left oozing. All my tears, words and pain have been erased in that other persons mind, computer and recorder and all that was left are the oozing wounds. I will never tell my story again.