that I have a cat who’s deaf and blind? I guess I identify with him because I wouldn’t want to be put down if I had good food and water and some warm body to sleep with!
I don’t like to be angry,
I don’t like to be sad.
But those damn congressmen
are making me mad.
What pricks with little dicks
can’t stand the word vagina?
Source: How to Rebuild a Life
As an incest survivor who is 80 years old and who has written a book about it last year, I thought it interesting that my father is still so alive and ornery in my dreams, at least last night.
The most interesting thing I guess is that not only did he want to kill everybody, but that I screamed for my mother to help me, and she did.
When our dreams go so fluidly from one setting and action to another and back again: can the two hemispheres have different dreams simultaneously? Maybe they morph back and forth from time to time.
When I wrote FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders, I was unwilling to take a stance on whether the victim should “tell” or not.
“Some readers may be surprised that I don’t give victims advice as to whether to tell or not but only suggest an alternative via escaping the incestuous situation. There are several reasons for this. First, the justice system is flawed; enough said. Second, the family suffers economic hardship, often losing the house and car, both vital to continual survival. Third, the victim experiencing additional guilt. Fourth, too much taxpayer money is not only going down the drain , but in many instances doing harm, as inmates become hardened by the prison experience. Fifth, incarceration doesn’t seem to solve the problem.” (p 261).
“The victim cannot seek support in deciding whether to report or not, and is actually as trapped as she feels, especially with the current reporting laws.
“When incest is suspected, social workers usually urge victims to ‘tell,’ so the family member can get the help he needs,” they are doing their job but misleading the victim.”
“According to Gaddini (1983, 357), “Years after the incest, survivors who did not report usually wished they had, and those who did report wished they had not.” (Quoted by Mykel, 162).
Not all her lovers had looks
because you see they were books.
Their rendezvous was the shelf
where she’d clasp him to herself,
then peek under the cover
of her new paper lover.
By the time she checked him out
there was no longer any doubt;
despite what the critics said,
she was taking him to bed!
About once a month, for a number of years now, I have woken myself in the morning by either the SOUND of three loud knocks, a phone ringing, a non-existent doorbell ringing, or my cell phone ringing. This morning someone softly said my name. To the best of my knowledge, this is the only time I hallucinate.
Source: No author is an island …