Why I can’t talk about sex

This isn’t an easy one. I like to pretend I’m not, but I think I’m really a bit of a prude. For instance, when I hear my neighbours make animal noises when they’re going at it, I cringe. I think, why can’t they just fuck quietly like the rest of us? Or at least shut…

Therapy today: Finally speaking the unspeakable

I don’t feel proud of myself very often these days. But I do today. I took a huge step in my therapy session; in trusting and in letting myself be vulnerable. A month or so ago I wrote down a first person narrative account of the sexual abuse I experienced at the hands of my…

Life: The first chapter

Suspended, I wait in the warmth. There were two before me, but I don’t know about them yet. I’m oblivious to all that chaos, that exhilarating danger that comes with being. I’m brand new, yet I already possess a world of hope and promise. A stark contrast from the devastating arrivals that came first, mine…