puberty

Can I just tell you how nice a person you are? Truly kind. You alway's know just what to say. Thank you again. So glad you're here. You are needed on this site. Thought you might like to know.

I simply cannot stop reading your work
                  Is it because
            I feel I'm helping you
        like any good listener should
                         or
                  is it because
             I feel a connection
               like I'm not alone
                         or
                     maybe
          I admire your strength

          whatever the reasons
   (my money is on all the above)

Hats off to you.     XOXO

       
                 

     
               

Now I'm blushing. I think growing up the way we did makes us connected. We can help strengthen each other because we are not alone. I feel as if all children of abuse are brothers and sisters in a sick demented way. lol thank you for your wonderful comments.

Shaunda,
It one of those things: If it hasn't happened to a person it's impossible to fully explain. If it has happened to them no need to explain.

You show us this so beautifully and your strength shines through.

Bless you.

Thank you BC. Look out pedofiles, I'm fighting back with the mightiest of swords. haha I feel blessed.

5 star suffering right here

here's hoping your self sculpture takes a more spiritual form...

hello miss tipsy. I decided since I suffered, I would make everyone else suffer.lol Misery loves company. Thanks for reading

Stylish & tight.

Hey thanx

I don't think I've seen this style in a very long time. It's crafted tragically in a delicate way (if that makes sense). Cutting is an addiction I hope all overcome and bastards like this man will get what's coming to him one day.

On a side note, misery does love company, I dish that shit out too haha.

Thank you so much. I had no idea that I had a style. lol. And yes you do dish this shit out. And very well, I might add. This was in 1973 before cutting was popular. Never knew I'd be a trend setter. haha

This is marked with my blood all over it. True to fact, just last week I closed up my closet, my hiding space after so time, so much, so much, so much. Im glad to be back and I love your writings and thank you for the kindness you showed to me from the get go! This is the last writing on the wall I put in my locked closet...

As a child I truly hid in my bedroom closet from my father. Quiet as a mouse with my PB & jelly sandwiches, my coffee can to piss in ( the bathroom wasn't safe ), and my books of poetry (Edgar Allen Especially). Only later did I realize that I carried that closet in my mind with me. As you well know, a child has to do whatever they can to survive mentally. You are so welcome. I'm sorry I've been neglectful by not coming to D.U.P. I'll try harder. haha. God I'm a dork. thank you for reading my story and appreciating my words.

It's so hard to come back from something like this. I'm glad to see that you made it.