I see thick blue lines under my skin pulsing; silently pleading to be stuck. Blood within me bursting with need to escape.

I’m hurting and I don’t know what to do. A person that sexually abused me on and off for eleven years was texting my roomie earlier. I was getting and having a good time with her; that is until she showed me a text from that person. She doesn’t know he used to do those things to me. I’ve only told four people in my entire life the identity of this person because he is a blood relative. I was deeply in with two of them1. The other two people were my sister and .

The text message my roomie showed me read, “tell her to take a picture of her tits and send them to my phone.” When I read that, I was transported back to the garage where he used to me. Laying there, helpless, unable to scream or fight back. Paralyzed by and .

How can one statement ruin ten months worth of hard ?!?

On this day..


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