Posts Tagged memories


Leap Year on Leap Year

42 Days of Teresa – day 29 We loved this little guy.  He was sweet gecko.  Whenever my son sees a picture of him, he’s sad and glad to have had the time we did with him.  Funny how little beings can have such a strong impact in our lives.  

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Silent Sunday

42 Days of Teresa – day 28 I’m finally starting to feel better.  I’m still a long way from having any energy that will get anything productive done.  As I look outside and wish I could get a cool breeze on my face, I’ll share one of my many favourite moments.  This was a beautiful […]

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Orgasms and Shame during abuse.

42 days of Teresa – day 10 ** Warning ** Some of this content is graphic. It may have trigger issues for some. Please read this only if you are in a good place emotionally. Opening up about my childhood sexual abuse has been a long and healing journey.  Once I got to the point […]

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Random memory

42 Days of Teresa- day 2 I remember one time I was walking home from school towards my house. I would have been in grade three or four.  As I was walking down the hill, I heard a vehicle coming and so I ensured that I was as far to the right as possible.  I […]

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Dealing with childhood sexual abuse as an adult

** Warning ** Some of this content is graphic. It may have trigger issues for some. Please read this story if you are in a good place emotionally. This has got to be one of the hardest things ever. Truly, I’ve been trying to get this post going for nearly two hours now and keep […]

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First times

**content may be disturbing. It’s graphic. Don’t read unless you’re in a strong place emotionally** When my dad first starting molesting me at 10 years old, he explained to me that he was going to show me what boys wanted so that I wouldn’t be curious about boys. He said that way I wouldn’t get […]

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Seduce me

I remember this one time when I was twelve years old-ish. My dad called me up into his room and was laying on his bed on his back. I enter the room and he asks me to close the door. I was on the edge of the bed but unsure of what was expected. This […]

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Snapshots into the Big Picture

**content may be disturbing. It’s graphic. Don’t read unless you’re in a strong place emotionally** As I sit to write, I try to figure out what specific thing I want to focus on. My brain answers with about 10 things all at once. They all hit my thought train like a picture flip book. Thanks […]

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